"Are you sure about this, Kev?"
The boy blinked. "Huh?"
"I mean," Clyde stammered and blushed, (confusing Kevin further,) "None of us has done this before and I don't want you to feel weirdor uncomfortable or offended, maybe."
The taller of the two began to smile. He realized that if he began laughing at the brunette, Clyde's sputter would be worse than the McCormick's sink. Flicking away the adorkable image that had been creeping into his periphery, Kevin took Clyde's hand in his and held it to his chest.
"Clyde, I wouldn't have agreed to this if I wasn't absolutely sure. And I would never even dream of doing this with anyone but you, no homo," Kevin said softly and slowly.
"Kevi—"
"Shh! Don't speak. Let's just…"
Clyde gasped.
"…crack these boxes of Dragon Legos and do awesome shit," Kevin whispered urgently, "I'll take the Fiery Legend Red one."
Clyde sniffed, clutching his heart. "And I'll take the Ninjago Ice."