When she kisses him, he returns it softly - but then laughs under his breath as he exhales. He is a little flustered - how could his brain have been so slow, so foolish? She is here with him, his arms are around her, there is no reason to worry about anything.

"I am just more nervous than I had realized." He says, subconsciously trying to apologize as he runs his hand over her arm. Her skin is soft under his fingertips, familiar.