It's not a long kiss but it also does not result in a black eye and, for that much at last, Granby sees reason to be grateful. He's aware of Laurence's grip on his arm, of how close they are, of, perversely, the smell of Laurence's skin.

He swallows.

"This is what I mean, Will," he says softly. "If there's a line, then I've lost it."