[Her fingers trace along his neck, and his hands find their way to her waist, and his throat is dry, but he's smiling as he leans in. HIs lips brush just barely against hers, once, twice, wondering for a few moments if this is really what they should be doing...before he pulls her carefully against him and the next kiss is deeper, it's real.
He knows Caitlin, he's seen the way she's been hurting, and he's been hurting, and this doesn't hurt. She's warm and kind and beautiful, and at least for right now she's here with him, and they're going to take a break from hurting.]
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He knows Caitlin, he's seen the way she's been hurting, and he's been hurting, and this doesn't hurt. She's warm and kind and beautiful, and at least for right now she's here with him, and they're going to take a break from hurting.]