Most of Boomer was either stunned or happy at Bubbles' sudden act of affection, but there was a tiny corner of his brain that thought about screaming and acting like he was about to explode again. This time, though, he ignored the stupid thing and instead went in a kind of auto-pilot. His free hand, and it had to be the free hand since he didn't like the idea of losing his hold on hers, came up. His fingertips brushed gently against her, this time on purpose, before stopping on her cheek with her ear in the L of his hand. He turned her head gently, as though her neck were made of porcelain, to face him. Though her eyes still looked nervous and even a bit afraid of something, she was not the rabbit. She was the moment he'd thought of in the moments he would never tell his brothers about.<br/><br/>"Have you ever kissed like this," he whispered. His voice was quiet, intimate, but his eyes were speaking clearly. "You can stop me if you want to, but I hope you won't," they said.