Heat rises in his face, but he doesn't say anything because anything he might say would either cheapen the moment or come out awkward as fuck and it'd just be awful.

So he accepts the kiss, the forgiveness, and lets her ramble to him about stars and constellations and the history behind him.

And he actually listens. He doesn't fake interest or yawn or count the minutes. He just listens to her, enjoying her voice, her enthusiasm, and her presence.

It's...really nice.