It was sad, but the past could not be changed. All one could do was try to salvage what remained, and rebuild; perhaps learn something from it all, make what has been lost, what has been cost, worth something.<br/><br/>Ahh, memories. He had some of his own he had been thinking about, as he had dined on the pizza. The smell of it still lingered in the air. It was, in its own way, a sort of tradition for him. For many, they had birthday cake; for him, it was birthday pizza. Always the same, peppers, onions, and sausage with extra sauce.  The smell still lingered in the place, mixing in with that 'new apartment' smell.<br/><br/>Of course, the odd part about that, is that today is not his birthday. That wasn't for a few more months.  Some things, it seems, may have changed.  Not really, though. He had just decided that he wanted to go 'all out' and celebrate this. This had been meant as not just a new place to live, but a new chapter of his life. How strange--perhaps fitting--that the beginning of this chapter, would be the same as the beginning of the last.<br/><br/>He watched her. He waited, patiently, hoping to hear that there was, behind everything, a good reason.  Hell, just having her around had his tired mind coming up with crazy ideas, none of which were close to the truth; a truth that could easily endanger his existence, if it was not handled delicately. But, instead of words, he got action from her; her soft kiss, that almost timid one. He knew that. He remembered that. His lips curl into a bigger smile, as they move to meet hers. His kiss is firm, yet, delicate.<br/><br/>Well, it starts out that way. Then, his hands are moving around her body, wrapping around her, pulling her closer. He maintains the kiss, then deepens it.  His eyes close as he focuses on the sensation; something he has missed so very dearly. He had always love smooching. Whether it was a chaste peck on the cheek, or an impassioned, carnal tongue-wrestling match, or anything inbetween, he loved to kiss. That had never changed about him, which was probably a good thing.<br/><br/>Yet, right now, he seems to be holding himself back. So much time had passed; and still, the question bounced around inside his head, distracting him from fully enjoying this moment. Unless she broke the kiss first, it would last nearly a full minute, before he finally pulled back. His eyes would open again, and he'd look at her with those inquisitive, emerald eyes. The question was not spoken again, yet still seemed to hang in the air; like it was written in his eyes.