This is- this is right. The right amount of tenderness, the ease of getting lost in Jon without the distraction of overthinking. At least not overthinking too much. The way his hands settle on Jon's waist, how much lighter it is to have him in his lap, the almost desperate way he wants to pull closer (he does pull closer) -- this was where he starts finally getting lost.

Its lips and the slight press of skin, and longing as he hears his name. Hearing his name tumble from Jon's lips between kisses and it's just--

Was this what love is supposed to feel like? Because he's honestly never been so thankful.