[His uncertainty strikes something like a bell in her, sad and silvery-sweet. She wants to brush it away. She understands him, a little, the soothingly methodical way he thinks and how alien the outside world is to him sometimes. So she clarifies, states the facts as simply and thoroughly as she can.]

I did kiss you. I care about you very much, and you saved me, and I suppose I was swooning a bit. I don't regret it, but I won't do it again. Unless you want me to.

[She reaches over, touches his knuckles lightly with her fingertips, a tiny, floating touch.]

And I would prefer to keep your company for a while. Unless you'd like to go just now.

[There's no censure or passive aggression in the offer. If he needs to run off and think about things a little, that's okay. She trusts him enough to know he'll still be there for her in the ways that matter, in the ways he already has been.]