Scott immediately freezes up. And for one second, his compulsion is to pull away and race out of there like he's a sixteen-year old kid again, but he doesn't.
Not at first.
His lips leave hers faster than they might have if she were Hope and sober and --
-- whatever else, Scott wasn't sure how he felt --
but they still linger there longer than they should have.
"I had a good time too," he says. "Get some sleep and have Billy make you a bacon sandwich in the morning."