Jon's lips were rougher, no surprise, but they weren't as rough as could be imagined, and the relative delicacy with which he moved them against hers could make up for anything. This -- this was the sort of thing that caused all of the sentimentality in the songs, all unexpected and simple and sweet as it was.

She had to smile at his apology, murmuring, "Thank you, though you're correct in that guess." After all, the fact that he'd think to apologize, albeit after the fact, even knowing he didn't really need to, was something that reflected what she treasured about him. He wasn't much for words and expressing feelings, but he was better at understanding some things than he might think. He certainly could understand her.

She scooted even closer, fumbling for one of his hands to hold onto. "I don't know what happens now," she admitted shyly. Now in their specific case, that was (she'd long understood the technical progression of things). "What this means for... us." Even referring to them so had a different tone now.