"Yes. Promise," Rorschach answered. It was not a lie; Rorschach did not think that Merope was a slut, and it was the last thing he'd ever think of telling her. Especially since he had decided to accept her as his partner.
He allowed the soft kiss, not trusting himself or knowing how to return it. "Dry tears. Will probably need them at later time," he said softly. "Should not waste them when others will soon die."