“It’s unseemly,” he grumbles, though the answer is no, he does like making noises for him. He likes it very much, and it’s doing them both a disservice to deny it.

But he doesn’t like the damn hiccups! The hiccups are making whatever good feelings they’re cultivating together completely halt.

He slowly lets the tension in his shoulders unwind and his head drop to one side - towards Ram, and his soft touches and even softer expression on his face. When he finally brings himself to look in his eyes he can see the sincerity in them, the slight tinge of worry at his over-the-top reaction to his own body. He feels himself start to relax again, and picks up Ram’s hand to bring to his face.

“It’s not any of that, Ram. I’m not used to this amount of attention and I-”

The hiccup that interrupts this very sentimental moment is the loudest, most disruptive one of all. He stares at Ram after it finishes echoing around the room, then begins to laugh.

“These goddamn hiccups!”