Hearing the words assuages that part of Jet that was still offended and kept him from accepting Albert's affection. Even if this was the last time he'd hear such a thing for at least another decade, he'd take it.

Without hesitation, Jet turned and leaned into the kiss, turning it into a something a little sharper than gentle, but not too much, it still held the sweet affection he felt for his partner and the appreciation he had for the apology.

Jet climbed back onto the bed and curled back up with Albert, entangling himself once more with his forgiven fiance.

"...damn straight you did...I'm marrying your dumb ass because it's you, you know, not for the pretty decorations."