Ira falls, laughing, into Spencer, catching him as they go. Finally, he stops, because he has to cement all of this in place. His hands rise to Spencer's face, cupping it gently, because physical proof can only help convince him that this is reality. This is allowed. He's probably grinning like an idiot. "Yeah, you're a fucking badass."

Try as he might, it's not as sarcastic as it would have been normally. He's more concerned with leaning in and risking another kiss. It's just as intense as earlier, he can't belp that, but it's not as desperate. It doesn't need to be.