Well, this presented to him a couple of obvious reactions. One, because she'd made it a point to be done with him, he could break it and apologize or something, or try to get an explanation, or... Talk through it, one way or another. Two, he could react positively. The latter was far more tempting for a number of reasons, his still-standing feelings not being the least of them. Plus, there was how nice things like kissing were, and a general desire for the intimacy that his life had be lacking for... However long it had been since he'd felt nice and secure with somebody. He'd screwed time over. The emotions felt fresh, he'd only been gone from here a few days, the lack of security... That had happened over the course of a fall-apart year, in the latest crumbly months.

The attempt at reason hadn't been so drawn-out. He had a moment of close-jawed hesitancy and then he pressed forward to kiss her back, shifting towards her from his seat and reaching to cradle the back of her head and hook his fingers in her head. It was at least as aggressive as he'd ever been, whether that was desperation or him making a subconscious effort to prove something.