
Tybalt considered himself comfortable around his partner, so furiously blushing at the drop of the hat wasn't quite expected. He wasn't embarrassed over a little kiss, was he? He would've excused himself briefly to go and calm down in the washroom or something, had Angelo not practically pulled him into his lap.
The kiss wasn't expected, and Tybalt tensed briefly before he practically went limp against Angelo's shoulder. Okay, this wasn't too bad, either. He leaned up against him, returning the kiss even if he was a bit timid about it.
A hand made its way to Angelo's shoulder, pulling him just a little closer. He found he liked being close; Tybalt, after all, did have some emotions left in there.