"Right. No more realism." At least not out loud. He could use it a billion times over in his head, after all. No worries there. He could tell that she was pleased and that definitely made him happy. After all, wasn't Heather the girl who used to be sad all the time? He was too, actually. Back before Dean had come along. Back when he thought that the world was a cold and bitter place. He'd felt that way recently, too, what with him being in a cold and bitter place for a good while. But he was in the process of getting over it. It had been a hard one thus far, but he wasn't as worried about it as he probably should have been. He had too much going on in his life right now to stop and angst over what had happened. At least not when everyone could see him.
Besides. He had steady stuff like this helping him along. And tonight was definitely bringing forth a huge improvement as far as he was concerned.
He kissed her back, his free hand rising up to take hold of the side of her face again. He liked this. Being able to kiss her whenever he wanted to. Now he could actually act on the thoughts that went through his head whenever he saw her. Now he didn't have to hold back.