It was so utterly ridiculous, sitting there like a few derelicts covered in cupcake batter, and yet he didn't care. As per the usual.
He didn't hide the obvious lean into her touch or the sheepish smile that came with it. Jefferson closed his eyes a moment to make sure it wasn't a foolish dream, sometimes he couldn't tell the difference. Sad as it was he wasn't used to good things, or good things lasting for a particular amount of time. So above all the notions of unknown that were held above their heads he had decided he would enjoy what he did have when he had it. What else was he to do?
I hope you're right, he thought, letting his head rest against hers to savor the tender moment until he couldn't stand it any longer and pulled back enough to fetch the rag sitting beside her to wipe away the batter from his nose. Then he took her face gently and with a tender precision wiped at the mess he'd made on her face, leaning in to kiss her now clean lips. She still smelled of sugar and oranges. "I'm thinking...I was already going to, and the previous statement was an act of false courtesy." If consciously loving someone whether they liked it or not could be a false courtesy.