[Gamzee grins with delight, awkward hard-on momentarily forgotten, though the exchange makes him a little sad, too. He's missed his friends pretty badly over the summer, and it's still over a month until he can be back to seeing them every day again. Still, the journals are better than going to down to the beach and huffing glue, and the smile stays on his face. He touches his fingers to the page of the journal where he'd put his own lips, and where Maxim had pressed his back, stroking the paper for a moment wistfully.

Then he sits back and opens the grape soda, taking a long swallow, and then gesturing at Maxim like, Go ahead!]