[ Watching you carefully... and then shifting close to cup a hand at your nape and leaning in to press a tender kiss to that mouth.

When he pulls back, the look in his eyes is, he hopes, reassuring. ]

Yeah. But... just. We wouldn't be here if the slip up hadn't happened. [ Leaning in for a second kiss now, ghosting his mouth hesitantly over yours. ] I've gotten good at reading you, but I'm not psychic.

Sin-Eater, right? Not one of the Touched.