[ this is much easier than answering questions, than trying to figure out their purpose here, in whether any of it even really matters, if being here is going to make any kind of difference for the things that brought them here in the first place. kissing her means not having to think about his own guilt, of the people he's left behind and let down, of mistakes he wants to erase, of whether second chances are deserved at all.

her fingers move into his hair, short strands given light tugs that draw him more firmly in seeking out her mouth, responding to her deepening press of the kiss with no reservations, especially when she's reaching for a touch at his hip that in turn has him press his hand to her back, urging her as close as their heights allow while their lips move together.

when she draws away, he's breathless, eyes remaining closed as she tucks in to his chest. at her height, it's easy for him to merely bend his head down, his nose tucking into her hair as he sighs, hand still light at her spine as his other fingers curl against her nape. ]

Thought you might've missed my cheek this time.

[ it's a quiet joke, referencing a time from however long ago for her, but his voice is still gentle, almost a whisper to her hair as his fingers brush against her back. ]

But I don't mind. And if you want to leave it at that, that's fine. Won't judge. Won't ask. [ one kiss to let off a little steam from an intense moment, he'd needed it to. but he doesn't let her go, touch still gentle, thumb stroking a touch at the nape of her neck as his lips whisper against her temple. ]

Or you can stay and I can kiss you again. Whatever you want.