Allen has never been so stoned in his life.
The whole world is warm and all the edges are soft except the pain in his sides from that last fit of giggles.
Kevin is beside him on the floor and Allen thinks, All I have to do is roll over. Kiss him.
He debates with himself, a million different arguments in the space of five seconds.
He rolls over, but can't bring himself to kiss him. He hovers forever, barely an inch from Kevin's lips. He can feel his own breath bouncing back up at him.
Kevin kissed him first.