[ Tatara takes the kiss and the laughter, and in his mind Aguero pulls back too quickly for him to claim the laugh for himself. He'll get him next time, though. He'll get him next time.

And obviously, he's touched. Tatara is as independent as Aguero is, really (and though he hasn't noticed it, because Aguero isn't particularly clingy or demanding, but he likes that his boyfriend lets him wander where his whims take him), but he still likes the possessive side of him. Though they've been over this. ]

Really? [ With a smile, he tilts his head. He's not surprised or confused by this revelation at all, though. ] I guess that makes sense.

[ He strums a few more chords, his eyes drifting out over the ocean. ]

I didn't really have any money at all growing up. [ Hence his magpie gifting habits, hence his focus on service as gifts. He smiles, his eyes slipping shut. ] It makes me happy that you like what I give you, then.