Sagramore kisses him back fervently, his eyes drifting closed. It's impossible how easily Laertes does fill up the whole world, eclipsing everything with his warmth and sweetness -- he's so good, he's so earnest and beautiful and tender, and Sagramore's heart aches, as it often does, with gratitude for him. Laertes has changed him and is endlessly changing him, and as much as he's been afraid of those changes he's glad of them. He hitches them a little closer, letting there be nothing except the kiss.