Keep licking your lips, Mae Crawford, and he might be tempted to kiss you again.

Instead, he slips his hand into hers, fingers easing themselves in the spaces between her own. "I'm really back." A sober response, this time. Because he gets it. He's half worried that he might wake up back home again; hence the need to touch her just to remind himself that he won't.

He'll lead her back up towards the apartment, drawing her up against his side with each consecutive step. "So," he starts, as they go up the stairs. "Guilty fantasies, huh?"

This is a gentle look of: go on, please.