You're impulsive then,[he returned, his touch on the man's back turning soft and light, letting his fingertips just barely touch the lines the followed on either side of Blaine's spine,] and I'm the idiot.

[Matt sighed in sad contentment and wrapped his arms around Blaine, rolling them over onto the blonde's back and spreading his hands out onto his shoulders. Matt kept their chests together but leaned up enough to look down into those blue eyes properly. He brought one hand out and brushed back the wayward and disheveled bangs, glancing up at them with the gesture while he spoke.]

You make me an idiot.