Wembley smiled, and he threw his arms around Gobo's neck. "I hope you know how happy you make me," he whispered, tucking his head against Gobo's chest. "'Cause you make me so happy."

He was quiet for a moment or two, just feeling the rise and fall as Gobo breathed, and then - quite abruptly - he sat up. "Oh, um, Gobo... Did you know you... I mean, last night, we... A-And I'd like to..."

Asking for a kiss should not have been this hard.