She was a little surprised when he kissed her, but hardly minded. She was thinking far too much for her own good, letting what she was and did be a bad thing rather then a good, and all she really wanted was to make sure he was still here, and everything outside the door couldn't hurt either of them.

But she didn't want to push either. She knew how she coped wasn't always the best way, even if she wanted to take that route. It didn't stop her from closing her eyes and arching her head back. "Oh, like that. And I know. It is. Thinking far too much." She bit her lip. If he said no, she knew she would take the answer. She glanced to him then, "help me stop?"