[ she's earnest and he thinks she means it. it's enough to bleed whatever anger he could have mustered up right out of him again before it has a chance to take hold. he can't be angry at kara; he's not sure he knows how to be. and when she presses her lips to his cheek, the touch lingering, he has to flex his free hand to keep from reaching for her, from pulling her closer. ]
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Any time, Princess.