[Well. Looks like he's going to go for it. Might as well. He's made it this far. And its the first time that he's kissed someone in a long time that's not just been rushed for sex and imagined attention. That actually makes him feel considerably better.]

[Then his nose gets in the way a little, which means when their mouths meet he's smiling a little. And he pulls away before it can even be a proper kiss, trying to not smile first. His face is feeling a little heated, as well, which is aggravating the issue.]

Okay. Okay. Sorry, my nose got in the way. [Which... saying it out loud isn't stopping him from laughing his mean little laugh at himself at how big and awkward he is.] Oh, I am not so good at being delicate flower. [He's already losing words.]

[He might as well do it while he's still smiling. So he does, and it's short and gentle, lips pressing lightly and only with the slightest of prickle and stubble. Nothing in the room exploded or burst into flame. Clocks keep ticking and by some miracle neither of them experienced an annuerism and died on the spot. It's basically the ideal scenario.]

[When he pulls back he's still smiling some.]

Okay.

[And then a nod.]

That was good. Thank you. For trusting me.