[Luke goes bright red and stares at her, so, you know, it could always be more awkward. He opens his mouth without thinking, and words spill out-- he's forgotten that he's only remotely clever when he's angry.] As long as there's a next time. I mean- not that, um, you have to, or I have to, or- you don't- It's really cold. [And yet, his face is so warm. He smiles, nervous and happy and embarrassed all at once.]

It- was a good kiss. Thank you. [Some little wistful part of him wishes it was his first. Still smiling, he shuffles back to the cockpit, taking two steps before he reaches out for her hand to hold.]