Slowly Jasper is learning not to look Bishop in the eye at times like this, when he does something stupid when he should be soft and he knows it. When the look on Bishop's face feels like pressing a bruise he swears has healed already. But he still catches it, even as he tucks his face into Bishop's neck and noses against his pulse point.

Stupid.

Stupid stupidstupidstu--

"Mmmm, should I be carrying you to the car to drive us home?" He doesn't think about the implication, nope. Twists his fingers in Bishop's hair, helping it curl a little more. "Or should I call a driver for us?"