[He really, really had not wanted to pull back from that kiss, but he also knows that he can get carried away easily and the last thing he wants is to overstep some sort of invisible boundary -- he lets his fingertips linger against the back of her neck for a moment or two longer and then trails them across her shoulder, down her upper arm.]

Not so terrible.

[And he clears his throat, trying to catch her gaze again.]

Sypha. Adrian and I are both -- we're here to support you in whatever way you need. Anything. All right?