The kiss surprised Jag (he hardly expected that sort of display of affection from Snow), but already she was looking down, as if she'd done something wrong. It made his heart ache quietly, and he reached out to pet the cat in her lap, then brush his hand on her wrist, a touch he hoped conveyed the fact that it was all right, and she had nothing to feel embarrassed about.

"Come on," he said quietly, it is all right warm in his voice. He was shite at saying things, but sometimes, you could express them without saying them.

He wasn't getting to his feet just yet, just in case she wasn't ready to move after all. They could stay on the floor a while longer, if needed. He'd fetch the ice and bring it back, if necessary.