"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves yet," Blake teases him with a smile. "I still need to get a passport. But, where have I always wanted to go," he considers the question for a moment. "Australia. I've heard great things about their beaches."

As he thinks and talks, his fingers trail up over Nico's shoulder and over his neck.

But he can't think of anything else he wants to do than spend more time with Nico.

"Need ketchup or anything else?"

"I'm good, Robin - thanks," Blake says with a smile before slipping his arm from Nico and picking up his fork. He waits until she's out of earshot and looks at the other man.

"Oh? And what do you want to do?"