Emil's fingers comb back through Phichit's hair with the kiss, nose wrinkling at the reassurance. He doesn't want Phichit to have to act or pretend like he's anything he normally wouldn't, even if it was for a good reason. He loves Phichit just as he is, and he at least knows that his family likes Phichit too. Just not their relationship. Which they could work on one way or another.

"I definitely want to be there in person when we tell yours though. I bet your sister will be just as excited as we are." He noses against the top of Phichit's head, the toe of his skate digging into the ice to keep him in place.