This wasn't the right thing to do. This was completely and utterly the wrong thing, and it could very well get him some sort of brain aneurysm or worse. He stepped forward, reaching for her chin and gently lifting it to face him. His moves were slow; she still had plenty of time to slap him, push him away or put him in a mental coma. But if she didn't, he would lean in and put a very soft, chaste kiss on the side of her lips.
He couldn't completely justify why he did it, because he wasn't entirely sure himself. He thought maybe it was to let her know that he still cared about her.. Still loved her, whatever she decided.