[Being witty takes a lot of work. He's fine with foregoing it for now if she is.]
Hello. [He smiles back and touches her nose with his. Concern is creeping in little by little—reminders that the mistletoe led to her telling him that he can't like her, that the dream resulted in that mess with Reid—and, even though he's choosing to be happy, he can't hide it. He can neglect to address it, though!] I think that you may have cracked me.