He takes a breath. "Yes." He sits up a little, willing himself not to blush. ""Laertes and I spoke-- we-- we spent time together, the day he was seeking the dog. And we-- I understood, we came to an understanding and I kissed him. Or-- I said I would like to kiss him, and he kissed me."

To his credit, he does not say it in a tone of confession, or as if he is expecting her anger. Rather, it's more that this is still so new to him, and he has few words for it, and he and Laertes have not spoken of it since so he half wonders if he can trust his own recollection of it.