[ JON. Jon please. Algric immediately goes bright red, ashamed of himself? Look, this is a weird situation, he has no reason for it, and yet he feels guilty. ]

Y-yes! Yes he. He did kiss me. We're, ah. Sort of on our way to a. Relationship ... shaped ... thing?

[ And then, with another flicker of guilt: ]

Y-you were dead, and I didn't even know if you'd heard me, or returned it, and - and I am weak to every version of you, Jon.