"I'm well." He promised, gently moving his hand from her cheek to run his fingers through her hair and cup the back of her head. Tentatively, as if she were the mirage that would disappear at any moment and leave him only with grains of sand running through his fingers, Reed closed the distance between them and kissed her- a soft, chaste kiss, the kind of kiss that he would have given her by way of greeting, or first thing in the morning.