Jesus rolls over easily and flops onto his back, only partially because he's still a little like an overcooked noodle from before. "I figured as much, which would be weird if I really was nineteen, but I think we're good." What with the thirties and all. He leans up a little to kiss back, resting on his elbows.

He likes this, the being this comfortable with him part. Joking references and being deadpan about it and look--it's still all about the little things that are definitely actually huge between them. "Luckily it's worked out all right then, huh?" He's taking it in stride, leaning up a little further to kiss him again.