[ Reynir's assumption - and why wouldn't it be - is that Onni's flush and the way he touches his hand to his neck is primarily embarrassment, and maybe some degree of discomfort. He had gone a bit overboard, perhaps. Let himself get swept up in things. Probably the reason Onni's never had his neck kissed before, by the sound of it, is that he knew he wouldn't like it. So he's about to apologize when he finally realizes neither of them have tested to see if that had worked. So, before he says anything, Reynir reaches out for the barrier...

...and it isn't there. He checks again, sweeping his arm out in a loop, taking a few steps back just to confirm. The nanites, he sees, have stopped glowing and are flying away in a little swarm. ]

We did it!

[ Reynir gives a little jump of happiness, clapping his hands together in front of him. He sees how Onni is still looking away, touching his neck, and remembers to feel guilty. Maybe he should have given a bit more warning than that or asked if Onni was okay with him really going for it. Pushing his hair back from his face, Reynir says, happy still but sincerely apologetic: ]

Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Onni! I know that wasn't any fun for you. But it worked. So it wasn't in vain, at least?

[ It's easy for Reynir to believe, in spite of the evidence that he ought to have noticed right in front of him (the way Onni had breathed, his body language) that his exuberance is obnoxious to people. What is this but one more case of Reynir solving a problem exuberantly, in his own fashion, and Onni being peeved but kind about it? ]

I promise I'll make it up to you, once I've had something to eat. You can put snow down the back of my shirt or something.