He could smell her, the natural scent of skin and sweat, natural oils and just a bit of earth. She was close. Close enough that if he wanted it, if he chose it, he could reach out and draw her in as close as he liked and kiss her. He had seen displays like that before, seen people give in to passion entirely, but had never found the time to spare for it himself. His gut twisted in strange ways as he tried to decide what to do, whether or not he should or could, whether or not she'd welcome an advance like that. After a moment his other hand came up to touch her cheek and jaw, cradling her face gently. He leaned in, but rather than her lips he kissed her opposite cheek, allowing himself to linger there for a long moment before he broke and leaned back.<br/><br/>Carson spent another moment sitting there, trying to convey... something. He wasn't entirely sure of what he was doing, but he was glad he was doing it. "Together," he repeated quietly. His thumb stroked across her cheek before he slowly removed it, and he stood just as reluctantly. Part of him wanted to stay. Stay and kiss her and keep touching her and find out all the secrets and pleasures he had avoided or that had been denied him. But he couldn't be sure it was welcome, not yet. As badly as he wanted it he knew he had to be absolutely certain of his direction and her consent. He had to be sure, or else he couldn't know if it was right or not. Carson realized all at once that he was vastly overthinking the issue, and chuckled softly. It didn't change anything, but it did make him feel a bit sheepish. "I'm... looking forward to spending more time with you," he told her instead, soft and sincere.