The kiss was accepted for a moment before Chris put a hand on Elliot's chest and shoved him back, "Don't fucking kiss me unless I say you can, Stabler," He shook his head and snorted before he walked to the door, "I'll see you later, Stabler," He said, taking out his cigarette case and sliding a hand-rolled cigarette between his lips before he stepped out into the afternoon air. That had gone well.