The truth of the matter was, while he certainly regretted hurting Lexie, the regret was lapsed by the fact that he was (tentatively) happy. Yes, it was new. It had only been a couple of days since they had first gotten together. But it felt… it felt natural. It made sense, really. No one knew him better than Rory did. Why should it have been surprising that things felt like this? The thing that got him was that he could have had it all along, if he hadn’t been so blind.
The next thing he knew, Rory’s fingers were on his chin, turning his head and kissing him. His eyes fluttered closed and his palm came up to slide along Rory’s cheek, keeping him in the kiss for maybe a little bit longer than he’d have planned. Suddenly, dinner didn’t seem too appetizing anymore. He couldn’t care less about food when he’d spent so much time oblivious to how much he’d been hurting Rory and for how long. Tilting his head for easier access, he turned his body a little closer and gave Rory a kiss that he hoped conveyed exactly what he was feeling. Maybe there was a little bit of guilt there, but it was mostly disappointment in himself for not realizing it sooner. When he broke the kiss, his free hand came to rest on Rory’s chest and he smiled again.
“A lot better. A hell of a lot better…” he paused. “Somehow even that doesn’t seem like enough. You’re the word guy. You come up with something,” he teased, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips.
It didn’t matter how many times they kissed. They’d already done it a thousand times. That day, even. It would never get old. Ever. Neither would the look in Rory’s eyes both before and after they kissed. It was beautiful. Like they were the only people in the world that mattered. Setting his plate back on the table, Eisen turned his full attention back to Rory. Eating could wait.