[He lets out a breathless laugh as he meets her for that kiss, and though it only lasts for a brief moment, it feels terribly significant, as though the kiss itself is a benediction, months of words and feelings left unspoken at last resulting in a moment of perfect understanding.]

You have nothing to apologize for.

[He remembers well what she had said at the start of the new year— that she wanted to look forward, to focus on what she had called 'the story of us.'

That was a story he was keen to read the next chapters of, as well— though not so eager that he wishes to rush through the one they've found themselves in the middle of. This place had given them the gift of time, and as ever, he intends to use it wisely.]

You are more than worth waiting for, in every possible way. Though, now that you mention it... I might have had a bit of fun keeping you guessing at it a bit longer, hm?

[His smile warms, eyes alight with amusement. He knows himself, at least in this regard. He couldn't have kept her guessing if he'd tried, the way he's always worn his heart on his sleeve.]