Art was a tad surprised when Cyn climbed into his lap, then a second later, he worried about something else. "How do you know if they know the real you, when you just admitted to me that they aren't real friends?" He asked, nuzzling his nose against her neck. He could feel her shiver, and smirked a little at her reaction to him. He readjusted his hold on Cyn, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tighter to his chest.<br/>He knew he wanted to kiss her and by the way she was shivering, she wanted him to as well. But he would wait, he'd waited this long he could wait a while longer. Or so he thought.<br/>With Cyn in his lap, he was remembering everything could have happened, but didn't. Him he almost had her here before but her dumbass ex had come sweeping in and stolen her. His anger flashed, but he shoved it back with a nuzzle on her neck and a small kiss at the spot where her neck meet her shoulder. He kissed lightly along her neck to her jawbone and stopped. "How do I know someone won't steal you again? I need to be sure you want this."