Being the one to reach out always feels somehow more vulnerable than being reached for. At least, uncertain as things still are, she's been clear that it's welcome. Testing their boundaries is a slow but hardly unpleasant task. Both of them have their reasons to be cautious, but the tacit agreement that it's worth trying to find a way around their issues means he's not hesitant, only gentle, slow.

He quirks a little smile back at her when she leans toward him, and obligingly leans himself to close the distance, pausing just for a moment to enjoy the easy intimacy of this, the fact that he doesn't even second guess the thought of kissing her or the thought that she'd want him to.

Energy might be a lot to ask, at the very least he can give her a distraction from her poor fishing luck.