“I could give you a massage?”
Albert stared at the younger cyborg, baffled. “I’m pretty sure won’t work.”
“No, seriously.” Jet flopped onto the couch next to Albert. “Just let me…”
The touch to his temples was surprisingly soft, brushing his hair out of the way before pressing circles over his skin. Albert let his eyes slide shut and he leaned into the touch. So he didn’t see Jet lean in to steal a kiss.