He didn't thought much of it really, in fact, strangely enough that his instincts were telling him to wrapped his arms around the taller boy and deepen the kiss. To say he didn't thought much of it perhaps wasn't entirely correct, rather he couldn't think straight. What little he could register perhaps was the deafening sound of his heart beat and how hot his face felt at that moment.

When Mondo pulled back, his eyes darted away, "it's.... it's..." 'No, thank you, it was perfectly alright'? 'It was nice'? 'Thank you for the help'? "... fine. It's, um, fine... thank you."