Ranboo is almost taken aback by the sheer pleading earnestness of the question. Honestly, they only just finished a round a few minutes ago, but... well. He's sure they can work their way back up to it.

There is too much in his head, too much pain and confusion, and Dirk seems so tired for once, needy in a way that isn't aggressive or sharp-edged; maybe they should be more concerned about anything that was just revealed to them, maybe he should say no, but... well. All it would really do is hurt Dirk, and leave both of them feeling just as empty and confused as they currently do.

Dirk has been hurt enough already. Regardless of the kind of person he is, or that he thinks he is or even that he wants to be... really, Ranboo is still certain they're the worse of the two, anyway.

Ranboo pulls Dirk close, and then rolls them over, a sudden but careful motion that leaves Dirk beneath him on the bed. They don't answer in words; instead, they dip their head down to kiss him. They've been getting plenty of practice at that since arriving here; for all his rough edges and macho dominance, or... well, macho submission? Dirk is surprisingly interested in kissing, and it isn't something Ranboo cares to complain about, really.