He leans in a little too forcefully, actually, mostly because he half stumbles on the bag as she drops it, which means a little hesitation as he kicks it off to the side. But she hasn't slapped him or worse, so it seems like this is okay, which is a relief because after everything else he probably couldn't have taken the stress of an outright rejection. It's been a confusing day.

Some of his other kisses today have been more skillful, aided no doubt by the magicked flowers, since he'd been too struck by shock to really fight their influence. He's a little too hesitant, now, trying to read her reactions before he moves any further, still uncertain. It's the first time today he's honestly cared about his partner enjoying it, in fairness. The hand on her face is probably the only thing steady, as he awkwardly tries to settle the other on her body-- first on her shoulder, but that's goddamn uncomfortable, so he tries to slip it under her arm since touching her hip worked just fine last time.

His hair's too long and his bangs are probably annoyingly in her eyes by now. He's trying, Carol. He's trying so hard.