There's no fight in Jaime as Kenzie turns him around, though he does sway a little, suddenly disoriented by the darkness and the alcohol and the entire situation. Maybe this is actually a dream?

The girl's instructions in his ear take a little of the daze out of him as a chill prickles up the back of his neck. He can't not listen, right? And Ulysses is right there anyway. And it still doesn't seem like the worst idea. Without any sort of verbal affirmation, Jaime shifts so he can lift his hands to find the other boy's face and leans in to kiss him.