He used one hand to brush Steve's hair back and kissed the other man's forehead with overt affection. He knew they shouldn't stay here like this, but he didn't want to be the one to break up the moment either. He'd milk it for all that it was worth.

He trailed a finger along Steve's cheek. "Tomorrow I expect. Failed candidates will be shipped to England I heard," he murmured, the corner of his lip twitching up. "Or we might not see each other again. At least we had this, yeah?"