[And he should shut his runaway mouth too, the rare occasion when he doesn't have control over himself or his tongue, tripping all over everything because he doesn't know how or where to to put his words. Lenka's definitely going to go silent in surprise when she kisses him on the cheek; he doesn't shy away, but he does go a few shades redder and put a hand up to his cheek for a moment.

Really, it's been a little while since regular contact and skinship has been enforced on him and he'd almost forgotten how confusing and warming it could be, even apart from making him go hot with embarrassment.

A beat, and then Lenka reaches out to... snag at Marisa's hand before she can back up again too far, hesitating and staring at her for another few moments. He kind of looks like he wants to say something, or make some kind of face, but instead he carefully tugs her a little closer and then raises her fingers to his lips. It's very brief, and a little clumsy, and nothing like the formal gesture it usually is. Mostly, he's just stubbornly trying to do what he can and reach back a little, since she reached for him. He hasn't quite wrapped his head around all this enough yet to figure to do anything else. She'll have to be content with a spot of finger kisses for now.]