Marlo smiled as she touched his cheek, eyes squinting to mirror the expression she was giving him. "We gotta stop talkin' in circles like this," he teased, "but yeah, I know." He wasn't a man of few words by any means, and a lot of what came out his mouth was bullshit, but he didn't bullshit what mattered to him. Actions spoke louder too, he knew that all too well growing up where they did, and he never wanted to be the guy who made empty promises. "Well yeah everybody likes gifts." He wasn't at all familiar with love languages or it would've been obvious Arden's was words of affirmation, and his was acts of service. Then again, just like getting a gift, everybody liked those things- receiving a compliment, or cooking a meal for someone you loved. As much as keeping their relationship private was at Arden's request, and he wanted to tell people, namely the lost boys, eventually, he liked having her all to himself like this. And he knew it wasn't because she was ashamed or embarrassed of him because they'd come from the same place, and she was just as big of a dork as he was, if not bigger. "I'd hope not," he joked, an easiness to their conversation despite how serious it was leaning. "I want to be your boyfriend too." It was no secret that he usually didn't do relationships, not in a boyfriend-girlfriend sense anyway — the last time he'd called anyone his girlfriend was probably in his teens. Initially it freaked him out a bit, how he felt about Arden and the very real possibility that he'd fuck it up, but now it just felt right.
"Nope you know that'll go right to my head. Too much pressure too, what if kids start askin' for my autograph or to beat up on other kids for 'em? I can't write cursive." Marlo doubted he'd ever grow tired of kissing her now that he could and took each opportunity as it was presented to him. It was a new little freedom they were allowed, and he could never seem to get enough of her, even when they were right next to each other. "Uh this is for my benefit too," he pointed out, slipping off his jacket so he could pull his shirt back on. "Maybe we need to find a new spot. It was pretty gross in here even before we made it a crime scene."