[ There's a moment of sheer relief when he speaks, because it means she can finally stop. Kenzi's head tilting just slightly as he rests his forehead against hers, a silent rejection of any need for an apology. Her heart continues to hammer wildly in her chest, like it's the last part of her to attempt to recover but a part of her knows it's a little more to do with the emotional seriousness of what's just passed between them.

She can feel the release of tension in his body and her hand stretches out in search of his spine, her fingers dancing alongside the vertebrae as she instinctively tries to offer some form of reassurance. It might have broken the intensity of the moment but she can't say she's sorry that this happened. It's just another way that he shows her how much more there is to him than what he chooses to show the world. When his lips meet hers, it feels as though he's smoothing out the jagged edges that had been revealed with her rambling response. The moment holding a different kind of intensity in light of all that had passed between them that day.

It's that apology that causes her free hand to mirror his in cupping his cheek, Kenzi easing back just enough for him to be able to see her eyes as her thumb runs along his cheekbone. ]

Don't - [ A softness to that word. ] Don't ever be sorry for caring enough to be sure.... but even if it wasn't?

[ The smallest of smiles cause her lips to twitch as it tries to push its way onto her lips. Her touch becoming firmer as her hand trails down his spine. ]

We would have figured it out. You and me.