Marco walks side by side with him, hands in his pockets mostly because he's afraid if he lets go of the fabric he's been pinching for a while, he's going to touch this man and that would be a mistake.

"Do I?" he asks, brows arching as he looks at Kai from the corner of his eye. They're of similar height, and walking almost shoulder to shoulder, it's hard not to feel like the tangy scent of orange and spice that waffles around him is anything but intoxicating. Marco wants to rub his nose against this man, just inhale him...