Another agreement - that was all it took, for him. It felt right. His fingers slid a careful inch to her jaw, and tipped her face up a little. He pressed his mouth to hers, not worrying about whether it was too hard, or not the right way - was that a good thing? wasn't he supposed to be worrying? - and realized through a very pleasant haze that he was still holding her hand. This made so much more sense to him than anything he'd been saying.