"You are too merry for this weary world," Hamlet informed him, but Romeo only shook his head and laughed.

"And you are too maudlin," he replied, crossing to drape his arms over Hamlet's shoulders and press his weight against the back of Hamlet's chosen chair. "Fair prince, will you not give audience to a cheerful thought?"

"As fair as a midwinter night," Hamlet says dryly, but he neglected to snap or pull away when Romeo bent forward, when his fingertips dragged lightly back over Hamlet's shaven cheek. "You are my sun," escaped him near unwilling just before Romeo's mouth pressed almost-chaste to his, and the rest...was silence.