"You can," he encouraged, rubbing his hands up and down before. "You've never let it stop you before." Really, it was less about the shock factor and more the fact the Kitty Pryde he knew would have slapped him across the face for being so presumptuous and then kissed him back.
It made him cross at whoever'd gone and broken her. Even though he was afraid it was her. Maybe the world, but mostly her. Taking his hand like that only confirmed it.
Pete shook his head. "Then trust me, Kat," he told her. "Stop being so bloody unsure of yourself. I'm not asking you to jump into bed with me this instant. Not that I'd object if you did. But Christ, stop this. You're better than this."