Just had to click on the message, that was easy. Maybe he'd have trouble finding it for later, but for now he shifted into the blankets and squinted at it, a bit bemused. It had already started to smudge by the time he saw it, but the picture was still clear enough.
"I lucked out. Girl I tried that run with didn't do any of this." Peyton had, after all, only written a message on his hand. Gentle. He looked up at Zeke, considered for a moment, and then leaned in for a kiss -- now that the taste and memory of his mission had faded away. He pulled back with a pat on Zeke's cheek.
"I'm going to go, I think. Find me later?"
beejoux
