[She makes a small noise of surprise against his lips, and one hand goes to his shoulder, steadying against the shock. Immediately, she knows her suspicions are confirmed. This is a kiss of intent - not of carried-away passion, but of deliberation. Her brain so badly wants to enjoy it, but her stomach churns against instinct. This isn't Alesci. This isn't her boyfriend, her best friend, her partner.
Her grip on him tightens, but she can't bring herself to pull away and face her grief. Thinking of everything she's about to have lost, she lets herself kiss back for just a moment.]
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Her grip on him tightens, but she can't bring herself to pull away and face her grief. Thinking of everything she's about to have lost, she lets herself kiss back for just a moment.]