[ Honestly, Ain pouting is… adorable. He wants to lean in and give him kisses and spoil him rotten, but all he ends up doing is reaching his free hand up to brush Ain’s cheek with his thumb. ]

…They’re easy to make. I’ll make you one when we’re back at the grove, okay?

[ He loves you so much, Ain. He’s going to have such a hard time watching the movie, when he just wants to stare at you…

He grabs the food for Ain, though, and takes him to their theater. ]

Alrighty. We pretty much have this place realistically to ourselves… mmh… do you have a preference where we should sit?