He pressed a kiss to Liam's hand, making sure that it was a very felt tribute-- and strangely enough, for this he did not feel guilty. It felt right, like what he was meant to do, as if every single step he'd ever taken was only to lead to this.

Nothing like that camping trip before seminary, that had ladled him with guilt. There was a difference here which he was not prepared to focus on just yet.

His eyes fell shut at the reverent touch while he listened to Liam, the shivers that erupted through his body, though he tried to get himself together enough to step out of the loaned sweatpants, then he moved to sit down on the edge of Liam's bed, his hand moving to reach for it's partner.

"You... come here." He breathed with more than a bit of lovely shyness. His heart swelling with the beauty of the moment. "Though maybe you should take your pants off first..."