She wasn't going to leave. More than that she had believed him. She'd known he hadn't slipped and as hard as that had been. As much as every fibre of his being was screaming for it, he'd resisted. And he'd done it for her. Not for the world, not for this city and the things he knew well he could do to it. For Alex.
She had it all planned, Tea, Radio 4. Keep him focused and calm and together. It was all very her. Alex knew him better than most people, certainly better than anyone else in this city, and she knew what he needed.
Mostly anyway.
When she kissed him, it didn't take long for his demenour to change from that shakey fear to a more assertive focus, returning the kiss and spinning them so she leaned now against the wall, water raining down upon them both. In spite of what she was, in spite of every reason he couldn't and they wouldn't. God he just wanted to kiss her.
"Thank you." he muttered, as he trailed kisses along her neck. And yet he still wasn't sure why, or what he thought he could get out of it. Possibly a control thing, needing to have something...some focus more than the radio or a box of dominoes. "I don't actually want you to go anywhere anyway" he told her. Knowing of course that she could just rentaghost away and knowing she knew he wouldn't hurt her even if he could. Not this him. "Nor do you want to go."