He would always come looking for her. Mary's hand moved up to his hair, her fingers weaving into the dirty blond strands. She couldn't help but grin and she even managed a small laugh.
"I think I'd rather have us both fumbling around in the dark then. If you were great at relationships and I was awful, well then I'd just feel like shit," she teased.
"I think we can do that, yes. We just need to find a way to make Mai Tais and we're set."
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, tentative at first, not wanting to push too much. She knew that moving on might still be painful for him and she wasn't going to rush it, but he'd been the one to make the first move and he'd come storming in guns a-blazing to rescue her and it only seemed fitting to return that first move now.