He shakes his head, because he has no fucking idea what to say to that. He's not even sure what he's doing. All he knows is that he's lonely, as pathetic as that sounds--and it is--and he's missed being touched, missed talking to someone and not feeling like he has to hide something, if he ever really did.

Things with Chris are probably fucked now, things with Lennox might very well be fucked too, and just at the moment... it feels like this is all he has.

Which might explain the kiss. It just sort of happens; he leans forward smoothly--there isn't even that much space between them anymore--and brushes their lips together, and it's closed-mouth, chaste.

But with something in it like maybe he doesn't want it to stay that way.