Cloud makes a surprised noise as Zack lifts him into his arms, but Zack's moods have always been contagious, and it's not as though Cloud himself isn't too elated to know what to do with himself, so it's not long before he starts laughing, too. He buries his face in that damp mane of black hair, feeling like he hasn't laughed in forever. Zack has a way of drawing that out.

A little shiver goes down Cloud's spine, feeling that breath on his neck, and it has nothing at all to do with the weather. His fingers tighten on Zack's shoulders just a fraction as he's suddenly reminded of how little there is between them; suddenly hyperaware of skin pressed against skin. He's...not sure what to do with this. Yeah, Zack said he liked him, but...what exactly does that mean he wants?

Time to try again.

Cloud lifts his head again. "So...would you want to...do things? With me? Y'know, like your dog said. ...and are you gonna put me down sometime today?"