They stood like that for a few seconds, close enough that Seram could count the golden flecks in Silke's eyes, close enough that the warmth of Silke's breath brushed his cheek.
Silke didn't let go. He looked up at him with a sort of curiosity, as if trying to decipher whether Seram meant every word.
And he did.
"What do boyfriends usually do?" Silke asked eventually, his tone more serious than teasing now.
"I mean, other than calling each other cute, giving pet names and giving me hugs in the kitchen."
Seram hummed thoughtfully. "They talk to each other. Spend time together. Make room in their lives for the other person. They argue, make up, kiss, hold hands when no one's looking... and sometimes when everyone is."
Silke seemed to absorb that. "What about sleeping together?"
Seram arched an eyebrow. "We've already done that part."
"I mean in the same bed," Silke clarified, not quite flustered, just... mildly earnest.
"Oh." Seram gave a small laugh. "Yeah. That too."
