It's that little laugh that makes J relax again, just a touch, steadying his breathing a bit. It's a good thing, he tells himself. This was the right choice. Whatever S decides to do from here on out, he'll support that, and at least now he's found a way to say it. He doesn't have a right to ask for more than that. If anything, he'll try his best to follow S's lead, to learn from him how to be better, more supportive. Some things about their relationship, their lives, have changed fundamentally. A lot of that isn't easy, and it takes time for him to adjust. He'll just have to remember this is on the list of those things, the need to hold himself back, to refrain from pressuring S or asking to hear him play, the need to accept that those days are gone.

"Good," he says softly, smiling just a little. "I worried about it." It's a tiny confession, really, when he worries about most things. He doesn't want S to think this was just some silly whim, though, or him forgetting how much things have changed. Tipping his head ever so slightly forward, he presses a soft kiss to S's lips. "I'm glad you like it. When I saw that piece, I thought it would be perfect." His other hand dropping to S's waist, he otherwise stays just where he is. When he's feeling emotional — which is, admittedly, much of the time — sometimes he needs space and sometimes he desperately needs closeness. He doesn't want to push S away if he needs a few more moments. "I promise everything else is boring."