Feeling Sora nuzzle into his hand like a cat makes Jamie grin; there's something satisfying about seeing the other boy respond to his attempts at affection. Part of it is because Jamie doesn't consider himself very good at this sort of thing and it's nice to see that he's apparently doing something right, but there's also a warm flush of pleasure at seeing that Sora's happy, and that he, Jamie, is the cause of it.

And then Sora threatens to jump him if they're left alone again and Jamie can't help it, he throws his head back and crows with laughter. Everything is hilarious when he's this drunk, and Sora, who can make him laugh when he's stone-cold sober, is no exception.

"You think so, huh?" he says when he gets ahold of himself. He reaches up to tousle Sora's hair, more playfully this time, and then tries to school his expression into a halfway serious look. "But. Yeah. Tomorrow we'll talk. And we can see where things go from there."