“Does that mean you’ll listen to reason? Impossible.” He doesn’t think Rama even knows what lazy looks like, let alone how to let himself be lazy. He laughs softly, glad to see his eyes brimming with amusement - and perhaps something else - instead of that irritation at himself.

He can bridge that gap between them himself, but he would lose that indulgent look into his handsome face, the intensity of Rama’s stare on him, the indescribable feeling in his chest at the two of them existing this closely. But he wants, and he’s only a man, so he pulls himself up those last few inches to press their lips together, a contented little groan escaping at the contact.