The ball pit, of course, his husband would remind him of that. It gets an amused laugh from Llewellyn, even as his face coloured lightly in embarrassment at the memory. “Truly a pity… Since now I might be brave enough to tug you in after me, myself, instead of letting someone else push you in.” He responded in a low murmur, “And to feel a little less awkward at the position we ended up in.” He added playfully, because darned if he hadn’t been a bit panicked with how Rhy had landed on him.

It was funny in a way, to think that something as silly as a ‘ball pit’ had been a turning point… Friendship to something complicated, and then to something more...

“You’ll have to settle for watching me fall into a snowbank once it starts to pile up in a couple months… Or pushing me into one, I suppose.”