Oh, then don't hurry, you might trip. I could come help you. If you wanted.

[but quentin's back before koby can convince himself to stop admiring the ring, stop trying it on and off different fingers, trying to figure out what looks best. it's on his left middle one when quentin returns, when he sets down a tray and climbs onto the bed and koby's beaming, crawling to meet him, hands coming up to cradle his face, sleepy-eyed and fond.]

Good morning. I think we could do it. That was four right there, just like that. [another kiss, lingering, fond.] Five. We just need to do that...one hundred and ninety-nine more times.