This was all Kinn ever wanted. Just to love and be loved and the moment really was a precious one. He closed his eyes to the kiss on his cheek and opened them again, his eyes opening and beaming back at Porsche. The rest of the world seemed to slip away from them as the realization that Porsche was here and real in his arms hit him.

He had one hand around Porsche's waist (the other was still annoyingly casted) And he sank back a little further in the couch as the one uninjured hand slipped up slowly and carefully, reaching for Porsche's neck to draw him down into a slow, proper kiss.