That's the kind of talk that gets ya bullied, Warden.

[He laughs, but it's less of his usual, sharp and mocking one. The laugh that probably echoes in some people's nightmares. It's softer, a little more fond, and Rinne's heart clenches as he lets go enough to take his chin between his fingers, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his lips, before rubbing their noses together.

It's such a dangerous feeling, one he is familiar with, but one he can't voice here. Unlike back home, he wasn't confident about making others happy here, after all.]

Sweet of ya to say all that, but ya forget. Ya didn't put a ring on it, so we're not married yet.