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“Which part of the rabbit would you like, Bakugou?”
Before Katsuki could answer, a gruff voice cuts in. “Give him the same cut I usually get. I’m sure the brat’ll enjoy it."
At the sound of that voice, Katsuki jerks and snaps his teeth, which only garners him a mocking laugh in return, as a scoop of rabbit stew is unceremoniously dropped onto his bowl. He snatches it close and takes an angry bite. Damn, that bastard’s right. It is good. But maybe that’s because he’s been stuck in this hell of a place for hours now, and he’s been starving.
Or, maybe that jerk does know him a little. Afterall, he is him.
Katsuki glares as the weird-ass fantastical warrior asshole version of him steps back, who simply glares back. Fucker still hasn’t put on a shirt, even though it’s freezing cold right now, despite the evening fire. Then again, he doesn’t need it. That Bakugou has someone to warm him up, and despite hours of this torment, the sight doesn’t fail to make Katsuki blush and grit his teeth.
Katsuki suppresses the urge to do just that. See, Katsuki had a feeling it was going to be a bullshit day. He’d had an awful morning, or week more like, before even getting here. Being quirked, or spelled as these asshats explained earlier, into another dimension is just another bullshit problem to toss onto the pile.
Bakugou strides back to his side of the fire, right into his husband’s lap. The bastard even snuggles deeper, and Katsuki knows it’s to piss him off. When his husband clutches him closer, Katsuki can’t help blushing at the sight of his arm across his mirror’s naked waist.
He still can’t believe it, even though it’s been like ten hours since he’s been here. That in this weird world, in any world, that he somehow bagged Todoroki fucking Shouto. This world’s Bakugou Katsuki is fucking smug with it and has been all goddamn evening. At least, this weird version of Todoroki, who’s apparently a prince (which tracks so much, it’s ridiculous), hasn’t been trying to actively get on Katsuki’s nerves. He’s been keeping his distance, which Katsuki greatly appreciates.
Still, these two are another reason it’s been a shit day. It’s not enough he’s been thrown into another dimension, no matter how temporary. No, he had to meet another version of himself, another version of Half-and-Half, versions that are married. A concept that hurts his head and his heart in ways he’s been trying to ignore — which hasn’t been easy. Not with that bastard version of himself flaunting their relationship in his face at every opportunity.
“Is it good?” Todoroki asks. Katsuki gives a small nod, not wanting to stare at him too long. Luckily, Todoroki just smiles and grabs the ladle. “And you, Shouto?”
No, this — this right here is the real kicker. The thing that’s been needling at him, making it feel like he can never breathe in enough air or let enough out.
“Anything is fine,” Shouto answers, getting up from his seat a few ways from Katsuki. He’s been keeping his distance too.
It’s not enough he’s been stolen from his world and forced to watch mirror versions of himself and Shouto be all lovey dovey. He’s had to watch it with Shouto.
Classmate and friend of three years. Not–boyfriend of three months and two weeks. “Ex”... for five days.
And now, fellow interdimensional hostage for the next several hours and fellow unwilling voyeur. Fuck this day, for real.
Katsuki’s day started off wrong from the get-go. He hadn’t been sleeping well, and it definitely felt like it. Back all sore, eyes puffy as hell, and it was like someone took a screwdriver to his brain. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just lay in bed. He had a shift in an hour, and it wouldn’t help anyway. Not looking at the empty side of the bed, he got up, took a painkiller (or three, goddamn that headache), and went to go be a hero.
Katsuki knew it was definitely going to be a bullshit day when he rushed to the scene of a rampaging behemoth of a villain fucking up a city park, and who did he see blasting a wall of ice right at the goon’s face? Todoroki Shouto. Fucking Todoroki Shouto.
He hadn’t spoken to him since the break up, if he could even call it that. They weren’t technically dating, just fucking around. Well, it was supposed to be just that.
Katsuki was never the type to hook up casually before Shouto. Or ever, really. It was easy with Shouto though — he’s gorgeous even on a bad day, the bastard, and he always knew what Katsuki needed even before he himself knew. He could trust him with his life, so sex wasn’t too high of a hurdle. He never hovered, never suffocated him — just made him feel safe and cherished and wanted, let him feel free.
Something about the whole situation started to make him itch though, kept him up on the nights Shouto wasn’t there. Something had shifted between them. Katsuki still doesn’t know when.
Maybe it was when hook-ups turned to staying over the night, then to staying over for multiple nights, until it was a routine for Shouto to stay half the week with him, more and more of his things coming to and staying at Katsuki’s place. Maybe it was when Shouto would come over, and they wouldn’t even have sex — just hang out, even talk, and sometimes, even cuddle. He’d make dinner, Shouto would make breakfast. Maybe it was whenever a mission would go wrong and his palms and shoulders would ache not only from his quirk but the weight of all his responsibilities, Shouto was who he’d run to to take it all away. And Shouto to him.
It just no longer felt right. Shouto was somehow both too close and too far all at the same time. When he wasn’t with him, Katsuki would waste all his time wondering where he was, what he was doing, what he was thinking. That should’ve been a sign something was up because when the fuck did he care what Half and Half had rattling in his head? And when Shouto was with him, it still wasn’t enough. Something was missing, and for the life of him, Katsuki couldn’t figure it out.
Whatever it was, Katsuki couldn’t stand it anymore. So, he broke it off — told him it was over, that he didn’t want this anymore. Shouto’s face almost had him taking it back — he’d never seen his eyes turn dull like that before. He was obviously hurt, but he didn’t say anything. He accepted it and left. Just like that. Katsuki should’ve been happy — he hated dealing with people whining at him, but the moment the door closed behind Shouto, regret flooded through him — enough to make him sink to his knees right at the doorway. It hadn’t stopped. Katsuki did the right thing, the whole relationship was turning into something strange. So why did it feel like that?
Katsuki considered just blasting away — they got freaking FreezeBurn and a bunch of other heroes at the scene already, that villain’s a goner. But, that’s bitchass thinking, and Katsuki ain’t one. He shook away the secret thoughts that remind him otherwise — resigned eyes turning away, face shuttered like a doused flame — and dove right in. The thrill running through his chest wasn’t just adrenaline for a chance to fight though. And if he felt excited at the chance of seeing Shouto for the first time in days and seeing how he was (if he was as fucked up as he was), well, no one had to know.
When he flew in, Shouto didn't react, focusing on the enemy and aiming alternating blasts of flame and ice. It wasn’t like Katsuki was expecting anything. And it’s good that Shouto was focused on the mission — i’ll make taking this oversized bastard down a walk in the park. If he had time to think bullshit thoughts like ‘I miss you’, ‘are you okay?’, ‘I didn’t mean it’, and the like, that just meant his head wasn’t in the game. Katsuki jerked his head once and blasted up higher.
He aimed small explosions down on the giant’s head, succeeding in getting him to look up. Its face alone was as long as Katsuki was tall, and when it snapped its teeth, Katsuki had to quickly roll away midair. Just as he thought, that was the perfect distraction for Shouto to aim a thick column of ice right at the villain’s exposed chin, stunning it. Reigniting his palms, he flew high before raising his arms up. He exploded down, kicking the villain right at the temple. That did the trick, and the giant went down. Quickly, Sero and Shouto taped and iced him down to the ground.
See, too easy. Inside, Katsuki was relieved that no matter what, he and Shouto could kick ass together like they’ve always done. Maybe things weren’t going to change that much.
“Okay, looks like he’s out,” Sero panted. He turned to Katsuki just as he landed with a thud. “Coming in clutch, Bakugou,” he said with a smile. When he turned to Shouto though, his eyes bugged out and darted back to Katsuki. Katsuki shook his head. “Oh, right, okay, I-I’ll go talk to t-the chief then. Um, good job ‘Roki,” he stammered and all but ran away.
Shouto didn’t turn to face him, even as Katsuki stepped close. Not too close though; Katsuki’s sure that’s the last thing he wanted. Shouto just stood there, quietly panting, refusing to look up from the villain down on the ground, who was slowly shrinking. Guess he’ll have to be the one to start talking. Whatever, he could do that.
“Hey.”
Katsuki tamped down the urge to cringe at the awkwardness of it all. ‘Hey’ - nice work, dumbass. Fuck, why couldn’t they just go back to how they were before all this? That’s all he wanted. Shouto didn’t say anything back, didn't even look at him. His shoulders were shaking though and his hands were curled into fists. Unnoticeable to most, but Katsuki knew him for half his life now.
The pain that Katsuki tried to keep to nighttime breakdowns (and not daytime office hours) crept up and took hold. Katsuki fucking hated having regrets. He’s had enough to last a lifetime, and he’d done a lot of work to make up for them. Standing here, with Shouto being only an arm's length away, but not being able to grab him and hold him close, plus the fact that he actually wanted to, still — it was obvious he’d failed in not making any more.
Before he could say anything else, a plume of purple smoke quickly rose from their feet. Katsuki darted back and tried to look for the source, but the smoke grew unnaturally thick and spread fast — too fast. He couldn’t breathe or see, it felt like it had hands, twisting and taking hold of him.
“Katsuki!”
Katsuki’s head snapped to his left, just as Shouto slammed into him. His hand gripped his — ice cold even through his gloves — and he felt heat, but he couldn't see any flame. All he saw was purple wisps thick as clouds. As sudden as it appeared, the air swirled around them into a violent whirlwind.
“Hold on!” Shouto yelled just as Katsuki felt the ground fall away. Or was he being swept into the sky? He couldn’t tell up from down, he just gripped Shouto’s hand like a lifeline.
The velocity pulled on their arms, and it felt like his shoulder could pop off at any moment, but he still didn’t let go. If he or Shouto screamed, he couldn’t hear it, the whistling gust plugging his ears. He’s resistant to motion sickness, but the way he was being tumbled about was going to make him hurl.
Just as he was reaching his limit, everything stopped. Like it never started, the whirlwind vanished. He and Shouto were upright, hands still firmly clasped together. Katsuki blinked his eyes, trying to get his vision to focus and to get his stomach to settle.
“That wasn’t what was supposed to happen,” an unfamiliar voice said. But even in his daze, it actually didn’t sound that unfamiliar to Katsuki, because it was Shouto’s voice.
That was the moment Katsuki knew this day was truly fucked. Katsuki and Shouto were ready to attack, believing it to be some weird quirk used in an attempt to kidnap them, but that wasn’t the case (for once). Turns out there’s a multiverse, which honestly isn’t too surprising. Seeing other versions of himself and his friends did almost break his brain, for a moment. Especially himself — he didn’t look exactly like him. He was dressed weirdly, to start — the pants and boots weren’t too strange, but the dude was shirtless and had only a cape on. He also looked off, like he was older, and he didn’t have the same scars as him.
What pissed him off, though, was that his kidnapping through time and space was an accident. A frequent one, too. This wasn’t the first time that their crew summoned versions of themselves into this world. Katsuki popped the backs of their spell-casters’ heads for that, and magical Bakugou and Todoroki let him. Luckily, it’s a temporary one — he and Shouto could go home in around twelve hours. Since they arrived at dusk, they could return at dawn. Some spell bullshit like that. And no one in their home dimension should be none the wiser, as they’ll be returned to the exact place they’ve left.
That shouldn’t be too bad, considering the circumstances. He was in a safe place (even if it is a dank, cold cave), surrounded by allies. Plus, he knew Shouto had his back. He’s guaranteed a trip back home, and he wouldn’t even be missing any time there. Maybe this day wouldn’t be so awful, in the end.
By the third hour, Katsuki feels like he’s losing it. Being stuck in this cave — dark, cold, and with an annoying smell — isn’t even half of it. The one silver lining is at least he isn’t alone. Having to sit next to Shouto is actually not bad at all. He’s missed just being able to be near him, and he knows he likes the guy, but the past couple days have been absolutely painful. To think he’d get fucking withdrawals from Todoroki Shouto — who would’ve thought. But maybe being alone would’ve been easier.
They’re married in this world. Katsuki knew something was up when the couple – ugh — led them to their base camp inside the gigantic cave, which Shouto and him were strongly advised from leaving at any time. Magical Todoroki slung his arm around Bakugou’s waist and kept it there the whole walk. The sight almost made him trip because what the fuck was that?! Shouto looked just as stunned as him, stopping to stare. Their eyes met for a brief moment in joint bewilderment before that same dullness flickered back into Shouto’s eyes. He looked away and walked on, leaving Katsuki behind. Fucking whatever. Katsuki ignored the strange mix of guilt and heartbreak that bubbled in his chest and sped up, beating Shouto there. He had other things to worry about right now.
When Bakugou all but sat in Todoroki’s lap, though, that was enough.
“What is going on?” Katsuki hissed, pointing to them both. “What is this?”
The two looked at each other in confusion, before looking at him and Shouto. Katsuki hated the way they lingered a little too long on them both, especially at the not-too-small space between them.
Todoroki cocked his head, “What do you mean?”
“That!” Katsuki pointed at their joined hands, his own hand twitching. Katsuki ignored the tingle he felt in his own palm at the sight and groused on. “Why the hell are two so–”
“Clingy?” Bakugou cut in. He rolled his eyes and shook their joined hands. “It’s this bastard’s fault — doesn’t know what the hell personal space is.” So, he expected them to ignore the fact he was the one that jumped on Todoroki’s lap, then. That worked for Katsuki. Ain’t no way any version of him was this needy.
“Why are you letting him be clingy then?”
Bakugou’s face scrunched up, and he looked at Katsuki like he was stupid. “What — you expect me to push my husband away?”
The word ‘husband’ sucked all sound from Katsuki’s ears, leaving a ringing silence in his mind. Hus–husband?!
“We’re married?” Shouto sounded as shell-shocked as he felt.
Todoroki and Bakugou did that annoying shared look again.
“Are…are you not?” Todoroki asked.
That had Katsuki spiraling even further. “No the fuck we’re not!”
Bakugou slapped his knee. “I knew it!” he cackled. “So, what — you’re courting?” He gestured at them with a grimace. “That’d explain the weird energy here.”
“We — we’re not courting,” Shouto answered, and thank god, because Katsuki knew all he could do then was probably scream.
Todoroki does that annoying (cute) tilt again. “You’ve yet to begin?”
Bakugou raised a brow. “That makes no fucking sense. Why you two so fucking awkward, then?”
“We were.” Katsuki stared at Shouto, dumbstruck. “We are just friends now,” he finished, meeting their eyes with a small glare.
Todoroki, after a moment, nodded in understanding, but of course Bakugou couldn’t let it go. He turned to Katsuki with a furious huff. “Fuck you do to mess that up?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Katsuki jolted up, hands sparking up, rage searing his lungs. “You don’t know shit, so butt the fuck out!”
He didn't know why, but he felt shame swirl in his chest. Was that pity in Todoroki’s eyes? Disappointment in Bakugou’s? Why the hell should they care what he and Shouto were or weren’t?
He knew why, but it hurt to think about. It’s the same reason why them being married was too much to know.
“Katsuki — don’t,” Todoroki whispered, snatching a snarling Bakugou, palms sparking in challenge.
“Stop!”
Shouto stands up. He walks right in front of Katsuki, facing the seated couple. “What we do isn’t anyone else’s business but our own. We have agreed to remain as friends because that’s what we both want. Do not berate him for our choices,” he gritted out.
That seemed to do the trick. Both Todoroki and Bakugou nod, the latter sucking his teeth. All Katsuki could do was stare at the back of Shouto’s head.
So, he wanted it to end too.
Ignoring the sting, which made no sense — Katsuki’s glad to know he did the right thing breaking it off, he bared his teeth at his insufferable mirror and sat back down. Whatever, eleven hours to go and he’d be free of this place forever. If he wants to mope, he can do it in his own world.
But, what fucking torture it’s been. God!
Those two are absolutely unbearable to watch. Katsuki has walked the entire cavern five times over now just to avoid having to be near them. Shouto joined him once or twice at the start, for safety he knew, but mostly in silence. He only asked him if he was okay, and Katsuki was. Shouto was too. He said that he’s just probably still reeling from this place. If only that was the case for Katsuki. All he can think about is the words Shouto said, and that makes him walk too fast for Shouto to keep up with. So, he stays by the fire instead. Katsuki needed to be alone, anyway.
After hours of walking though, Katsuki is tired of staring at the same gray stone over and over again. He can’t even talk to the magic-versions of his friends, all too busy crafting and fashioning the ingredients needed to send them back home. So, it’s either Shouto and/or the most sickening couple of all time. Maybe it was just the shell-shock of their existence that’s been bothering him, and now that he’s had time, maybe it won’t be so bad. And maybe being this far from Shouto in this place is too much. Katsuki feels relatively better, so he rolls his eyes with a sigh, and ambles back over to the fire.
Ugh, the kissing and clinginess is the absolute worst. The way that Bakugou is constantly nuzzling his husband — that’s how Katsuki knows they ain’t the same person because he was never like that. Even if that Todoroki does blush the same, eyes begging for attention like Shouto does sometimes. Katsuki crinkles his nose, trying to tamp down his own blush at the memory, and just grits his teeth at the sight.
“Get a fucking room will you!” he finally snaps when he sees Bakugou tilt his neck for Todoroki’s mouth. The shiver that goes down his own nape is from the undeniable cringe of it all, nothing else.
“Jealous?” Bakugou asks, the bastard. God, he hopes he isn’t this much of a shit-eating scumbag.
“Shut up,” Katsuki grits out. He glances at Shouto out of the corner of his eyes, but it’s like he’s not fazed at all. If anything, he’s perfectly calm, checking out the couple’s weapons.
He’s not jealous. It’s just that — he thought that nothing could be worse than waking up every morning, realizing that no, that wasn’t a dream. He’s alone. He and Shouto are over. And, Shouto is okay with it. That guilt he’s been feeling, it’s for nothing. Because it’s not like Shouto’s broken-hearted. Katsuki watches as he carefully wipes a long-sword down. No, not at all. He was probably just bummed by losing that aspect of their relationship. So why can’t Shouto look at him?
They’re friends, and Katsuki should be thankful. That was the one thing he hoped he’d never lose. He was the one that ended things. So why does it hurt to look at Shouto?
Honestly, it’s not the public displays of affection that’s getting him. Yeah, it’s gross and embarrassing, but it’s more about how they keep looking at each other. It’s seeing some mirror version of himself loving some mirror version of him and being loved back.
He watches as this Todoroki wipes at Bakugou’s brow so gently, like he’s some fragile, weak thing. He watches as Bakugou just lets him. He doesn’t struggle or shrink at the tenderness. Like, he has. No, Bakugou leans into it, even kissing Todoroki’s palm as it passes by. Todoroki’s eyes are alight with such clear joy and devotion, and Bakugou meets it head on.
The total defeat of it all in the face of what could’ve been — if Katsuki is being honest though, maybe this is something that never could’ve been, as is clearly the case, because they never were like this, they never got this far — it feels like a being crushed from the inside out.
This is a shitty way to figure out exactly what it is he wanted from Shouto. Fuck! Now the panic attacks and insomnia are starting to make sense.
Goddamn it, he’s in love with Shouto. And he broke it off before he could tell him. Can he even tell him? Oh, fuck. Should he tell him?
Maybe his revelation is showing on his face because next thing he knows, someone’s standing over him, and he doesn’t even notice.
“Get up,” Bakugou grunts.
“What the fuck do you want?” Katsuki chokes out through the emotions rushing through him. He’s in love with Shouto. Shit!
“Now.”
Bakugou strides over to the mouth of the cave, not looking back. Katsuki looks at Todoroki, but he only jerks his head towards his husband’s retreating back.
Katsuki gulps but follows. He needs a distraction anyway. The realization of just what it is he wanted, what was missing, this whole time — he doesn’t want to think about it. How the hell are they supposed to go back to just being friends now? Before he even reaches him, Bakugou whirls around.
“Both of you are acting idiotic!”
What the— What’s his problem? “What the hell are you talking about?”
Bakugou pulls at his hair. “You two! Dancing around like this, it’s obvious you both are in pain, why are you letting this happen?”
“Mind your business,” Katsuki spits. “And that’s some hypocritical shit you’re spouting. Who the fuck’s been dangling their happy fucking relationship in our faces the whole time?!”
Bakugou laughs ruefully. “Dangling, huh? I’m just cherishing my husband as I always have. The way you wish to be–”
“And?!” Katsuki explodes. “Why the fuck do you care what I want?”
“Because you love him,” he yells back, stepping chest to chest with him, “and he obviously loves you!”
“What are you talking about? I don’t. And he– he doesn’t.” It’s too new, too much — Katsuki can’t take it. It’s hard to breathe, but he hisses through it.
“You do. He does. Both of you need to get your head out of your asses because I’ll be damned if there’s a universe where I’m too much of a fucking coward to claim what’s mine.”
That makes Katsuki’s head snap up. “You shut the fuck up!”
Bakugou snarls and grabs him by the back of his neck. “You fucking listen. Nothing in this life is given, it must be taken. Whatever’s stopping you — embarrassment, shame, fear — let it go.”
Katsuki shoves him away. “I don’t—”
“You do.”
“I–”
The look in Bakugou’s eyes stop him short. “I’m a barbarian, so you must be too. So, you must know. You must know — life is too short to live in doubt. Do not let it pass you by.”
Katsuki looks away.
“Especially for something so sure.”
“It isn’t,” he bites out. It isn’t.
“No, it isn’t.” Bakugou whispers. “But there is no universe where I wouldn’t love him, and he you.” Katsuki shakes his head against it, but Bakugou holds him firm. “So you better get your head out of your ass if you want him.”
“How are you so sure it’s my fault?” Katsuki grumbles weakly. Shit, he really has to do this. He needs to do this. He wants to.
“Because you’re me, and I’m you. And that boy looks love stricken, so it has to have been your doing.”
“Ugh, you sound like my mom.” Katsuki swipes his hand away from him, stepping back.
Bakugou just grins even wider. “She can be right sometimes. As I am.”
“You really think it’s a shoe in?”
“For me, it was,” Bakugou gloats, and Katsuki rolls his eyes. Fuck him, he can do it too. Katuski takes a deep breath, feeling steadier than he has in a week. He knows now. What that sick hurt was — he knows, and he’s going to do something about it.
After a moment, Bakugou continues more quietly. “You should see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. If you saw what we saw, you wouldn’t just sit there either.” He reaches up to grab his nape again, steering them back to the fire like he’s a child in need of guidance. “Come, your Shouto is worried for you.”
Katsuki doesn’t correct him.
Now that he knows what he wants and not wanting anymore emotional pep talks, Katsuki does look at Shouto. He sees the way he blushes and darts his eyes away whenever Todoroki and Bakugou show affection to one another. He feels him stick close, especially as the hour nears dawn. Shouto’s always there, he just didn’t want to see it before.
They’re friends and always will be. They’ve become more. It’s different, but it isn’t wrong. They can be more. They can be just like them.
When the time comes to leave, Todoroki shakes his hand. Before he lets go, he leans in close.
“I would follow him anywhere. I’ve left kingdoms and palace riches behind for him.”
Katsuki gulps but nods. He can’t help whispering back, “He’s not you, though.”
Todoroki smiles, raising his hand to squeeze his shoulder. “No, but we are never too different. If you knew how many of us have been sent here and all the similarities we hold, you’d know we are the same, at least in this.”
Other-Sero comes and urges them to take their places. Bakugou glares at him pointedly, and Katsuki gives into the urge to flip him off.
He turns to Shouto and bites his lip. He reaches out his hand, like he’s been wanting to this whole time. “Ready to get out of this shit-hole?”
Todoroki blinks at him and his hand, before slowly grasping it. It feels good. Katsuki’s missed it. He’s not going to let this walk away from him.
The smoke and whirlwind’s the same, and it sucks getting home just as much as it did getting here. When he comes to, Katsuki blinks and sees the gigantic villain right in front of him. He’s still there, shrinking away.
Shouto drops his hand, but Katsuki snatches it back. Shouto looks at him in shock as he’s pulled close.
“We need to talk.”
Shouto nods. “I’m sorry.”
Katsuki scrunches his nose. “For what?”
“I know that world was hard for you. I know I’ve been too. If I was too much before, I’m sorry.”
Katsuki takes a deep breath in, centering himself. He can do this. He mentally slaps both of his cheeks and clears his throat.
"It wasn't. I didn't hate it. And you weren't too much before." He grips Shouto's hand harder. "I didn't hate what I saw, actually. I-" He clears his throat. "I take it back."
Shouto gives him a confused look. "Take what back?"
"What I said before. Me not wanting this. It's not true. I want what we saw." He asks in a whisper, "Do you want it too?"
Shouto grips his hand back, and it's like he's putting his heart back together. "I do."
"Can we start again?"
"Yes."
When Sero comes back with the chief, he yelps as he sees his two best friends making out right at the crime scene. He shakes his head and waves the policeman off with an embarrassed shrug. But, not too embarrassed though. He looks back at those two mindlessly clingingly to each other, seemingly in their own world. Thank god those two finally got it together.