[Jamie had indeed had a pretty restful night, lulled to sleep by Sora's voice and warmth and proximity. He's already half-awake when Sora's weight shifts over onto him, and the kiss gets a contented little hum. Cracking his eyes open, sleepily returning Sora's grin, he fumbles for the other boy's hand; just as on a certain other occasion, it takes him a few tries to grab the finger poking his cheek, though this time it's due to grogginess rather than booze.]

Mn. 's that what it is? [He laces his fingers with Sora's and with his other hand cups Sora's cheek, tracing his thumb along the other boy's lips.] We should do something special today then, huh?