[Feliks' laughter has always been congagious, but in this case, Fai is already right on the verge of it as well. As Feliks throws himself at him, Fai simply buries his face in his neck - something that does very little to muffle the relieved fit of giggling - and picks him up, twirling the both of them around. Sorry, anyone who happens to be hit by ballistic stiletto heels while this is happening. Also he kind of bumps Feliks against the stage a bit and almost overbalances them both - this sort of thing never happens in movies, man - but he manages to catch them both just in time with a not-entirely-dignified little squeak.
And then there's more laughter, and Fai cradling Feliks' face between his eyes, gazing down at him like a man slightly dazed, or possibly downright concussed with happiness.]
You didn't tell me either, you big loser. And you're by far the bravest of the two of us.
[He feels some more kisses ought to be acceptable, scattered all over Feliks' face, and he sees no reason not to go with his gut.]
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And then there's more laughter, and Fai cradling Feliks' face between his eyes, gazing down at him like a man slightly dazed, or possibly downright concussed with happiness.]
You didn't tell me either, you big loser. And you're by far the bravest of the two of us.
[He feels some more kisses ought to be acceptable, scattered all over Feliks' face, and he sees no reason not to go with his gut.]