[Wow. All right. That sucks the wind out of his sails, so to speak. He'd assumed... he'd thought... all wrong, apparently. He's not upset. But sort of floored. Everything he'd planned to say dumped down the drain. Not in a bad way, either. But in the "well there goes my speech" sort of way.]

[He pushes a hand through his hair]

I uh... [Wait, crap.] I'm not upset. Either. I just. I was prepared for... the opposite.

[It was nice. Of course it was. It was the first kiss he'd had since the disaster of a - ]

[Another hand through his hair. This one trailing soap suds.]

Yeah. Yeah, it was... it was nice.