The kiss is unexpected but entirely welcome. Unplanned intimacies like this put at least a small peak in Albert's mood, a jump on his personal Richter scale. It's all Albert needs to make things seem a little less dark. As long as they're alive, there's hope of helping, of seeing the others again, of making it through this with a positive outcome.

He comes out of it with a small smile and a search of Jet's face, making sure his husband is indeed there in the moment where he is Albert's husband and not an ornery teen redhead or a laconic blond flyboy.

Well, he is the second one over all still, but that's a digression.

"Hey." Another short kiss, a period on the soft sentence that was the one Jet gave him first. "Good walk?"