[He looks up to manage a smile back at her - but it's still a sad one. There aren't many options for her - for them, not that he can think of so far. And he's been thinking.

He reaches for her, threads his fingers through her hair, leans in to brush his lips softly against hers. And then pulls his hand back and looks down, partly because he can't keep kissing her but mostly because he wants to. He rests his hand on her thigh instead.]

Look, we both knew this wasn't going to be easy. But short of bribing Forge and blindsiding Miss Frost, I don't know what we can do besides live with it for now.