"It doesn't matter," Albus whispers against his lips. For some reason, his stomach tightens with excitement - it's not as if Albus has never been close to him before, but somehow it's different now, at the latest when he flashes a mischievous grin, just for him. But Albus wouldn't be himself if he took advantage of the situation and kissed him, just like that. "As pretty as you are, you don't have to understand."