[She kisses him back, keeping it gentle and affectionate and trying not to think too hard about whether or not this is strange, if she should want more distance, or be more bothered by what happened.
But she's just... not. It wasn't them, she can't even see how it could have been them, and it's nice to have the warm, living, breathing reminder that that wasn't how things were going to turn out for them. Being alone would be so much worse, because she'd be worrying about what he was doing, what he was thinking, what this was going to mean for them, and now it's easier to set all that aside.]
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But she's just... not. It wasn't them, she can't even see how it could have been them, and it's nice to have the warm, living, breathing reminder that that wasn't how things were going to turn out for them. Being alone would be so much worse, because she'd be worrying about what he was doing, what he was thinking, what this was going to mean for them, and now it's easier to set all that aside.]