𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

（ there's a breath of laughter, and then cy leans in to kiss him with an aggressive sort of playfulness, bending him backwards like someone chasing a cat that isn't quite convinced it wants to be petted but isn't actively trying to escape. ）

I really had to untangle my brain there for a sec, because I absolutely thought you meant being a worm wasn't a theoretical.

（ language is funny like that. ）

Then follow me. I love you.