Gobo held onto the kiss for several long seconds, and even when he broke it he still nuzzled close, snouts together. Then he moved back onto his knees and pulled Wembley up into a hug, his bubbling over of happiness obvious, and the same contagious from Wembley's side. When he released the hug he held onto his hands by the fingers, settling back onto his heels.

"I don't even know what to say, Wembley. I kinda wish I'd figured it out sooner," he said with a light laugh, "but I'm glad I figured it out now."