[ In theory, knowing people find Locus attractive is nice. Maybe he gets jealous. Like, really jealous. All the time. About everything. But he can still appreciate other people having taste enough to appreciate Locus. Which he does. Even if he's jealous.

And he's getting ready to point that out when Locus kisses him. It's so surprising that he actually makes a faint, albeit muffled, gasping noise before his eyelids slide closed and he just sort of... melts into it. Then Locus is gone and he's still sitting there, prying his eyes open and feeling like a tornado just dropped him into the middle of Oz. ]

I... [ Words? He clears his throat. ] Sure. Um, any time.

[ Once they start, the words keep coming as he slides off the counter. ]

You know, you get sap in your hair or... [ Oh my God, get it together you fucking idiot. ] Or whatever.

[ Maybe there's a little trip there as he gets himself sorted out, but he grabs the counter and nonchalantly pretends nothing happened. Which leaves him standing there doing nothing a second too long. Goddamn it. Turning around, he quickly fills up the glasses with eggnog and holds it out to Locus as he's finishing up with his hand washing. ]

Here. You go first. Tell me if it's terrible.