Still slightly dazed from the fierce wand-fight, Benjy found himself nearly bowled over and suddenly embraced. His arms automatically snaked about Mary's waist, and he opened his mouth to try and reassure her, to no avail. The young man's eyes drifted shut against the dark of the kitchenette as he surrendered himself to the kiss, returning it fervently - the right lid, swollen a bit and crusted with dried blood, had been half-closed anyway.
The kiss was cut short as Benjy pulled away to croak, "I'll bleed on you," with a raspy laugh. "Can't stand anymore," he decided suddenly, taking her by the hand and starting to hobble out of the kitchenette.