Yussa has the right idea. It's as though that first testing kiss unlocks something in Caleb--the permission he needed to make a move himself. With an almost relieved sigh through his nose, his hand runs from Yussa's knee up his thigh as he shifts closer, seeking another kiss on the heels of the first. There is an edge of nervousness still, but he doesn't hesitate to seek more, pressing his lips to Yussa's more firmly.

He would really like, honestly, for Yussa to take advantage of that offer tonight. Spending a night at Tidepeak, engaging in physical intimacy at leisure, seems almost impossibly indulgent. Unfortunately, they both know that is not possible. There is much Caleb must see to tomorrow. His destiny, some might say.

But in the future, maybe. They've planned to see one another on a somewhat regular basis. Perhaps there is more to hope for.

Caleb had left his coat and scarf downstairs, and his heavier layers have been stored away for a week, which leaves him in shirtsleeves, rolled up to his elbow, beneath his book harness, component pouch strapped to his leg over his trousers. His hair remains in a loose but neat ponytail, long and flipped carelessly over his shoulder.