As simple a thing as it was, there was a sort of perfectness to this moment of time. In fact, he was so overwhelmed by that feeling of bliss, that he did not seem to notice that her lips, like every other part of her, were far too cold. There was too much right about all of this, to notice the 'wrong'.<br/><br/>His eyes looked to hers as their smooching ended, and he listened to her closely. He felt it was a bit like a half answer, but quickly decided that it was likely a complex thing, and would take her time. Always the diplomatic one, always the one to try and understand others, she will find no hatred here. There is some pain, yes; that is to be expected. But there was also joy at having her back, and above all, curiosity.<br/><br/>"You must have gone through a lot as well. I never stopped thinking about you, either," though there had been times where he had tried to, it never worked. For better or worse, she meant too much to him. He was quiet for a moment, then suddenly seemed to think of something. "I have some leftover pizza in the fridge. Are you hungry?" He was curious, of course. He wanted to know what had happened, why they had been separated for so long. But, he was patient, and didn't want to press her for details. That was another thing that has not changed about him.  He knew she would tell him, when she was ready to, and even with the nagging curiosity, he could still enjoy her company.