Time went on. Seconds turned into, perhaps, minutes; or maybe it just seemed that way to him, given the situation he was in. Time was one of those things that could be hard to perceive, after all, when one was in tense moments. He waited, and counted; waited for her to do something. And soon, she did. Soon, she had relaxed her grasp on him, at least a little bit. Soon, she was kissing him, and the shock registered not only on his face, but in his entire body.<br/><br/>He actually tensed up, which was not his usual reaction to kisses. This whole situation, though, was pretty surreal, so it shouldn't be too much of a surprise to see him reacting in different ways. But, soon enough, he relaxed--a little bit--and kissed her back, an almost equal sort of desperation, even as she kissed with enough intensity to cause at least superficial damage. He didn't seem to care too much right now. His hands, which had been laying flat against the wall, soon were traveling to her body, stroking down along her sides, along her hips.<br/><br/>"Erica." He said, his eyes finally opening to look at her. Not for the first time this night, the shock and confusion were very plainly etched into his face.<br/><br/>Near them was the bed, and conveniently enough, the boxes that had once been on it, were now all over the floor.