And he pulls her tighter against him, almost as if she can't be close enough. Esme looks into his eyes, pushing away the fallen strands of hair away from his face before leaning up and pressing her lips to his. It's a soft kiss, a welcome home, and she never wishes to part from him longer than intended. "Relax now. It's over," she says, grabbing ahold of his hand and interlocking their fingers. He doesn't relax. His body remains in a stiff posture as if there's a force curling inwards on him and locking him in place. Invisible ropes, caused through his own doing- a pain of unforgiveness. In his eyes, she's well aware he doesn't forgive himself.