The Rhodes' wealth is its own hook, an old point of contention, a line to tug on that will unravel this moment into a petty fight. Or, at least, a fight all of the people in the joining room will find petty, and that Kira's own friends would understand too well.

Ty is his friend. Is and will be and--

And it doesn't change the fact that he might only be here, at this rich kid prom and in this closet bigger than certain rooms of the family apartment, because if Ty's going to fuck somebody on prom night, he wants Kira in the running. So Kira tugs the thread, but silently - unraveling something inside of himself instead of the moment closing them both in.

Whatever this is, it's fine so long as it hurts them both.

Rolling forward, he shrugs against the stretch of his white shirt over his back and crawls into Ty's corner. "You'd better not bum around here forever," is all he says, a little dry and worn, before guiding Ty in with a hand at his chin, knelt to kiss him from above.