He goes willingly. He should kiss her gently, comfort her, but he can't quite manage it. Not when he hadn't been sure he'd ever be this close to her again.

So it's hard and a little desperate, cupping her face in his hand and holding her tight to his chest. He doesn't care about the salty taste, would never think that she looks disgusting. Even the fact that her promise might prove false doesn't matter right now. She does, and that's all.