"How cool would it be if they did, though?" Glow, he means. That would be pretty rad, Ryouta.

He's not nearly as fussy about the brohug tonight as he was during the music festival, giving Ryouta a friendly slap on the back and making no move to shrug the arm off of his shoulders. He makes a sort of humming little chuckle under his breath. "Mmm, I kissed somebody all right. Maybe not at midnight, but it was a hell of a kiss." He grins radiantly up at the other teen. "How 'bout you?"