So it was settled then. The finality of it all would probably still haunt his mind for the next few days. It wasn't a comfortable feeling by any means for him and he felt the weight of it in the pit of his stomach. Tethering oneself to another was never an easy move for anyone, especially when it was him, and then even more so when it was with her. There was still something sort of weird about the fact that it was Mabel, but he still couldn't imagine making that sort of decision with anyone else. Without anything else to say to her, he decided on an act to seal what had been said. As wonderful as he was with ranting on and on about minute things, he was never the best with positive words. Even if positive words weren't exactly suiting either.
"And no knives," he reminded, using his hands to pull her chin upwards as he leaned down. Mitch was much more cautious about kissing her this time, not ready to be attacked again so soon. While he had gone to the nurse and been healed, her lip seemed not so fortunate. However, that didn't mean he was any more gentle about it. With all of the other issues, he wouldn't have admitted that he wanted to try it again. It was considerably better without the whole being stabbed thing. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit like running again after the kiss anyway. When he pulled away, he turned his eyes back to the snow-covered pathway, shoving his hands back into his pockets.