He whines a bit when Rat pulls away, mourning the sudden space between them even as he appreciates being able to breathe almost properly again. Even when they aren't quoting verses at each other, Marius can still feel the ebb of unspoken words between them, like the tide lapping at the shore.

He glances at their entwined fingers, feels his mouth stretch into a lopsided grin at the sight. His eyes flicker to Rat, the way he looks laying across from him. His breath catches again; he's trying to think with more than just his desire, trying to be truthful.

As intoxicated as he'd been when they stumbled through the door, Marius finds himself sober enough to recognize the weight of every feeling running through him.

He has to think about the question for a moment, gnawing on his bottom lip as he tries to form an answer.

Leaning in, he steals another kiss from Rat before he can help himself.

"You," he answers, voice raw and breathless.