He tips his head to the side and like this, it's a little like they're slow-dancing, even if they're barely moving at all. His breath is in his throat and he has to force himself to loosen his grip on Alex's hips, exhaling shakily to let go.

"I'm pretty sure adult Alex still has crushes on the same people that teen Alex did," he says, turning to clench and unclench his hand, trying to calm himself. "Or I'm in trouble," he quips over his shoulder.