“ right, right, and i suppose you’d be all too happy to see me out on the streets, yeah? ” he’s a little smug, but he still checks for amy’s psycho music before he leans in, planting the chastest of kisses on her lips. he pulls back again almost immediately, that familiar smug smile soon returning. “ and speaking of your BRILLIANT cups of coffee, what would you say if i asked you to stick one on? ”
“maybe i’d miss you, just a little. plus, you’d probably take AMES with you, and i’d sure miss her.” at the split second kiss, she feels the edges of her mouth quirk up in a smile. “i’ll make you some coffee if you reach the biscuits from the top cupboard, without making fun of my height. otherwise, you’re stuck with the bean-water you call coffee.”
