She kneels over him now, resting her weight in his lap, angled so that she can keep pecking at his mouth even as they talk. One of her hands runs along his shoulder, down his arm, then back up, idly, almost subconsciously.

She feels like a weight's been lifted off of her.

"You brought that on yourself." Her nose brushes against his, just barely. "Don't be touchy that you got what you deserved."