He leans in to kiss her, and she latches onto his lips desperately. He’s a balm for her nerves, and she brings her hands to his cheeks to hold him close, making sure he can’t move away until she’s ready. Because she doesn’t know what this kiss means for them. It might be the first of thousands; it might be the last. She only pulls away so she can breathe freely, her nose starting to run. He steals one more peck before turning to Percy W. 