It took a second for the rest of that to register, and 76 still held tight to Reaper's coat. The words right there as whatever else he'd been about to say had died nearly as soon as that brief bit of flaring had sparked.

What?

Likely would see the exact second it hit him, grip tightening and jerking Reaper closer as brows furrowed briefly.

"We're—" Really? Really? 76's other hand raised up and was knocking back hood to take a firmer hold of Reaper with that hand, fingers catching hold of a braid he'd done up himself there. Eyes focused on the sockets of that mask as if debating letting the other dismiss it or removing it himself.

"We're dating? Get over it?"