[He supposes that really would've been a lot at once. He doesn't feel bad for getting out of the bath so quickly, but he hadn't wanted to set off this chain of events either, and at first all Leon does is make an acknowledging noise as he dries Stahn's hair off.

His eagerness for Leon is endearing, isn't it? Not that Leon doesn't get it, really; tonight of all nights, being away from Stahn for even a moment feels like a moment too soon. It must be even worse for Stahn, who has been waiting so long for this and who has been holding back so much simply for this cause.

Finally, Leon just wraps Stahn's hair up in the towel rather neatly--it's still a bit damp, but he's done what he can in terms of drying it--and then gently lifts his chin with a hand so he can press their lips together gently but certainly.

It's okay. He's not going to make fun of it, or think it's strange, or laugh about it.

He understands. And when he pulls back, his tone is still rather simple and almost gentle.]

There's no need to concern yourself with it. [He understands.] ...Come on. Let's get clothed and into bed. We've lallygagged here for long enough.

[He'll just try to usher it along so they don't dwell on Stahn's embarrassment.]