There had been a soft laugh at the "fear" comment; it wasn't that she didn't believe him, she'd seen that darkness lurking. It was that he was one of the few who could say it and actually mean it. Fear was something that had be learned sometimes though; innocence had to be broken, naivete twisted to cynicism. Or simple ignorance educated. Fear could be learned; the idea amused her. Could he learn fear in this state? The idea made her sick. Should she be considering teaching him to fear?
The kiss was the kiss of the loved and loving. It wasn't going to be one of those recorded in the annals of time, the great kisses that only few ever reach, but it was certainly going to tell the kissers exactly what they were feeling seemed pretty damn real and was right there between them. It would have been disgusting if the whole world wasn't lost in the emotion that pushed a sadistic old crone and a serial killing sociopath into such an embrace.
She sighed softly as she started to pull away. Not so far that her lips completely left his, but enough that she could whisper.
"We should go somewhere else; maybe get that...band-aid." The word was foreign in her mouth, but many words were foreign to her. "Somewhere a little more comfortable than gravel and dirt."