[ There's no panic, no worry when she draws back. No sense of 'over' or ending. Because she lingers. Because she has lingered. She wouldn't leave him here. She followed when he ran, and oh, oh, he won't run from her again, not even in jest, not if it gives her grief. That much, he can manage.

Look at that smile. Look at that very sudden, very certain smile. Like everything's worth the trouble of surviving. Like it's no matter at all to keep trying, if only he can face that smile, face her, see and be seen by her.

He's smiling right back, a little daft, perhaps a bit too clearly struck. ]

No more running off.

[ One finger to her jaw, a quick tap. ]

But don't forget about the kisses. You have very good kisses. Shh, that's a secret, though. Won't tell. Won't tell, won't run away.