[ oh. it vaguely crosses his mind that he should have been better about remembering to shave.

the kiss feels more natural than he would have expected — though then again, they'd sort of been building up to this for the past week — and despite his utter lack of experience, he instinctively returns it without hesitation. this will be another art to pour his passion into and perfect, he supposes.

when he eventually pulls back and opens his eyes, there's a sheepish smile on his face. ]

I, uh...

[ lightly clearing his throat and looking to the side... but he gives the hand he's still holding a gentle squeeze. ]

...There are still others I need to see here, and I need to collect my thoughts so that I can explain that night's events to Lacus as soon as possible.

But, after that... I will come and find you again.