Mona's observation drew a chuckle from Kit, the cloud of negativity in his chest easing ever so slightly. "A little bit," he agreed, squeezing her hand back before adjusting the position so that their fingers were entwined. "But I'm glad. Like I said before, perhaps it's fate."
Glancing down as Mona rested against him, Kit moved his free arm across her shoulders and brought his hand up to smooth carefully through her loose hair. It was an soothing gesture, the repetitiveness of his fingers brushing through the soft strands calming, and he was comforted by the temporary relief it brought him. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he said, his voice hushed so as not to disturb the peace that had settled over them both. "We can stay here, if you'd like. Or we can go somewhere a bit more comfortable. Whatever you want."