“I like being touched by you,” Colby added helpfully. “Would you like to kiss me? I don’t mind if you do it in public, most of the crew’s already guessed and I like being yours, it’s only whether you have a preference about people knowing—”
Jason growled something inarticulate, and swooped.
Colby was laughing into the kiss, and managed, “So that’s a yes, then, you want this—” before Jason devoured the rest of his words, tasting lip color and water and Colby’s happiness. The umbrella wobbled as Colby got distracted; rain splashed them both. The path muddied itself under boots. None of that mattered.