Le Mime wasn't good at talking, being a mime required that sacrifice but what he lacked in voicing his opinion he made up for in memory. His lover was curled against him, sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming of robots and machines. He smirked, one arm over his lover's shoulder, the other under his pillow.

The sun was shining and a Xiaolin Showdown had just been called between Chase Young and the Monks. Jack was sitting on the side lines watching, clearly enjoying as Omi was tossed, defeated to the ground. The monk walked and sat next to the self proclaimed evil boy genius.

"My pride is very much hurt." The bald monk said. Jack chuckled evilly before leaning back.

"That's the way life is ya win some, ya lose some, Cheese Head." Jack said seeing Omi get even more depressed by him laughing at him. Kimiko was tossed like a rag doll and sat next to Omi. Jack reached out and pulled a twig from her hair with a snort as a caterpillar made her yelp and swat at her hair.

A tap, just a simple tap caught Jack's attention as he looked up, red eyes blinking as they saw Le Mime smiling.

"Hey, you're that mime from Paris!" The red head exclaimed. The mime nodded before taking a seat on the other side of Jack. Clay was out and now it was down to Raimundo and a dragon Chase. "Do you even talk?" The teen questioned. He shook his head but raised his hand miming something before picking whatever it was up and throwing it in the air.

*Boom* It exploded: a firework that was pink and in the shape of a heart boomed, catching both Chase, Raimundo, Jack, and the other three Monks' attention.

"Wow, cool I'll have to make a Jackbot to do that! Be great on the fourth of...," a peck to the cheek from the mime and there hands being intertwined.

The mime smiled up at the ceiling. He had planned that romantic move for months each time he wanted tto do it he chickened out; he was going to that time but when he heard Jack say.

Ya win some, ya lose some. He went for it and now look. He had his red head: sometimes it was good to take a risk. His eyes closed and as he fell asleep he felt a peck to his cheek that could only be his Jack.