Her eyes closed as he reached out to touch her, head turning as she rest her cheek against his palm and sighed softly to herself. Well he wasn't turning around and walking out, which was a good enough response. And honestly, she didn't know what else to expect - or what else she wanted - from him at the time; maybe this was it. She knew no better what to say at that moment than he did, apparently, because all she could do was stare down at her hand still wrapped around the neck of the guitar for the longest time.
Eventually, she managed to slide it off her lap, pulling her knees up and curling towards him, resting a hand on one of his knees and lifting her head just enough to kiss his jaw. "I haven't played in so long," she said softly. Because that was the only thing she felt like she could say, without stumbling over the words.