"That's- no, it's late, is there even any place open selling ice cream right now?" Martin drifts a little bit closer to him, nervous and weirdly shy, before he halts at a corner. They're near the park, the streetlights on, and there are few enough people around right now that he feels alright asking-

"Could I, um- I'd like to kiss you, I think. If that's okay. Just- just to make sure."

To make sure of what is a question he doesn't know the answer to.