An eyebrow raised at her memory. That'd been a difficult night for him, to be so reminded that the girl he wanted was so far out of reach.
The girl he wanted.
She'd let go of his hand, was getting ready to take him on in that pillow fight, but Leto had no intention of fighting her now. It was all very clear in his mind - and perhaps it wasn't exactly the right way to go about it, and it certainly wouldn't have a great amount of finesse, but --
As she turned back toward him, Leto met her, pulled her up against his chest, and kissed her exactly how he wanted to, exactly how he'd wanted to for a long, long time.