It was something he figured might always be apart of his life. It was part of doing the right thing in the time of tragedy. He hated it, sure, seeing the deaths, but he knew that giving up, falling back, would only result in more deaths.
As he felt her look into his eyes, and he gazed back into her own he smiled softly, happy to have someone care so much about him that they were nearly in tears at him being gone. He figured that was selfish to think of it as, but it felt nice to have someone to come back to.
He smiled when their foreheads touched, and he took her hands in his. When she began to lean forward though, he obviously mistook her intent, and he went instinctively. No thought, no planning, he just suddenly leaned forward as well and without thinking about it his own lips touched her own as his hands subconciously squeezed at hers. His lips pressing tight into hers as he kissed her, letting the night vanish in a swift moment.