His own hands now free, they instinctively find their way to her waist. He pulls her up and in closer, against all rationale telling him otherwise. It shouldn't be this easy, but it is; it's so natural and they mold together like nothing has changed.

But things have changed.

He doesn't want to think about how. He just wants to kiss her and pretend they're simply being reunited after a mission, not trying to swallow up their emotions or lack thereof.

His mouth opens up under hers anyway, drinking her in like he's parched, like he hasn't just downed three glasses of alcohol. He just wants to feel warm and cared for again under her touch.