When she pulled away, it took a lot of effort not to just close the distance again, only this time to kiss her instead of hug her. Such a colossal effort. But he managed to do it despite the overwhelming urge to do so, despite the fact that the smile made it that much harder not to. The smile is infectious, though, and he finds himself fighting one back as well.

It's when she spoke that he couldn't really stop himself, and he smiled too. Small, maybe a little sad, but still a smile. And he couldn't help the way he felt his heart kind of skip a beat, too. But only because he was clearly reading far too much into her statement. She didn't mean it like that, and he shouldn't have let it affect him like that. "Me too. To you, I mean. Glad you're here." Fuck, he was starting to sound like an idiot. "You, me, a fuckload of eggs. Couldn't really ask for anything better..."