Much thought her eyes were the warmest colour he'd ever seen, all deep and dark like a moonless summer night, perfect for all sorts of outlawry. He didn't want to look away, and he really, really didn't want her to let go of his hand, but he also wanted to make everything okay. His relationship with Tuck was deeply ingrained in both of them, was strong, and wasn't something he could mess up with a kiss, but his friendship with Qebhet was still so new. "No, you didn't do anything wrong— I was coming on pretty strong, I know. I wanted to— uuh, I wanted to check I wasn't coming on too strong? I should've— should've asked first. I'm sorry I didn't," he added, flashing her a hopeful, sheepish kind of smile.