[Oh, it's telling in all the ways that matter and Genji is not at all disappointed by the lack of words. The kiss is so fleeting and he has to stop himself from retaking it immediately after it ends. It's been so long- there was a time when he would have freely given kisses to any who took his fancy, but they were empty little things, devoid of any real meaning. Angela did not deserve such cheap pleasantries.
He squeezes her hand and rubs their noses together, his mouth just barely teasing at hers.]
It will go where ever we please, my dear Angela. You gave me this time and I would offer it back to you gladly.
[By contrast, his kiss his bolder, pressing and holding their lips together with a self-sure persistence, nibbling playfully on her lower lip. He feels light in ways beyond just the freedom of spirit he finds in her presence, a boyish giddiness tempered by strife and time and age. He is not who he once was- a fool who would have squandered her tender heart; he is more and he has her in part to thank for it.]
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He squeezes her hand and rubs their noses together, his mouth just barely teasing at hers.]
It will go where ever we please, my dear Angela. You gave me this time and I would offer it back to you gladly.
[By contrast, his kiss his bolder, pressing and holding their lips together with a self-sure persistence, nibbling playfully on her lower lip. He feels light in ways beyond just the freedom of spirit he finds in her presence, a boyish giddiness tempered by strife and time and age. He is not who he once was- a fool who would have squandered her tender heart; he is more and he has her in part to thank for it.]