She lets go a breath, her stout chin wrinkling as she smiles at him.

'Okay.'

Her hands slide down to his lapels, and she gives a little tug, smoothing them down.

And then she leans in and kisses him. It's soft, gentle for all it's tentative, giving him plenty of leeway to pull away gracefully, if that's what he wants. But for some reason, she needs to wipe away the memory of their last kiss. Because she's here now, and she needs him to know that.