"They're not all terrible," he replies, amused, then rests his forehead against Will's. "It's not their fault most of them aren't as bright as you are."

Himself included, and anyway it's all in good humor. He brings a hand up to brush his fingertips through Will's bangs, smoothing them out from where he's certainly messed them up (though certainly they weren't exactly perfectly neat before anyway), then takes Will's teasing suggestion one step further and brushes them aside so he can press a firm kiss to his forehead.

He pulls back and admires with a laugh the comically stereotypical pink lipstick mark where it peeks out from those wavy bangs of his. "There. Now, I really should go before I say something stupid. I'll let you know when it passes."