[He reaches to grab Matches’s wrist, trying and failing not to grin. Dealing with this situation is easier if he doesn’t lie to himself: now that he is getting what he wants he can stop pretending. It’s kind of a relief that Matches seems to be as willing to belong to Kal as Kal is to have him, he doesn’t know what he would have done if he hadn’t wanted it.

He’d say he’d look for someone like Matches, but he already knows there isn’t anyone like him.]

I believe we are still in public. If you have to get your belongings and say your goodbyes feel free to do so, I will wait here.