"Aye, well, you've always had a soft spot for me," Theon says, relieved enough with all of with, with the kiss, with being able to talk to Neil about it, that he's able to slip into the warm teasing. "But-- thank you."

He takes a long pull of beer, and eyes Neil speculatively.

"What about you? How are you and-- things?"

He might be happy, but he's still awkward as fuck.