The pantomime earns another soft laugh and another warm look from Cecil as he raises his eyebrows and suggests, "Let me guess: 'Your fucking heart'?" The offer, though, makes him pause and he fidgets with the box he's holding. He knows how to fly, but he's never spent much time practicing (he doesn't know why, really, but doesn't dwell on the fact now) and he isn't very good and the idea of learning from Levi is both exciting and a little embarrassing.

He glances up at the strangely welcoming sky and then back at his boyfriend, beginning to blush. "I do. But I'm not very good. I don't think I've even tried since middle school," he admits, sounding like he's about to reject the offer, but then adding, "Will you promise not to laugh and not to let me fall or do I only get one?"