Randy whistled to them as they left the house. "No fighting today!" he warned. Randy VIII gave him a wave of acknowledgement and hurried away with Seven.

"You nervous about your training Baby Boy?" asked Seven.

"Me? Nah." Randy VIII shook his head. It wasn't until they were well away from anyone else that he added, "Maybe a tiny bit."

Seven gave him a kiss, "Jus' remember, no matter what happens you'll always be my Baby Boy,"

"Yeah, yeah..." Randy VIII gave him a playful shove. "I'm not a baby no more," he said, preferring to keep things lighthearted rather than to bring up the implications of his class distinction.

Seven gave him a kiss, "Alright, if you say so,"

Randy VIII smiled and wrapped his arms around Seven. "But... I'm glad I have you," he admitted with a blush.

Seven kissed him, "Glad to have you too, Baby Boy, I love you,"

Randy VIII kissed him back, arms still wrapped tightly around his neck, and hopped up to wrap his legs about Seven's waist. He shimmied upward a few inches like a monkey on a tree so that their noses touched. "Are you movin' out next year?"

Seven chewed his lip, "I dunno yet....I might," he said, "It's about time,"

Randy VIII pouted. "I'mma miss you."

Seven hugged him close, "I'll miss you too," he said.

"Are you still gonna come when I go off to the training base?" asked Eight.

Seven gave him a squeeze and a kiss, "Of course I will!"

He smiled at that. "Good." He pressed his lips against Seven's again, this time with a little more meaning.

Seven was briefly taken aback, but he returned the kiss and it was just as meaningful.