She can hear the sincerity in his voice, and she can't help but smile a little as she tips her head to return the kiss. Her lips part against his, her fingers trailing down from his hair so she can curl her arm around his shoulder. There's something about it that's somehow both nostalgic and new.

It lingers for a few long moments before she parts her lips from his and lets her forehead lean against his again. "What do you have to be jealous of, hmm?" she murmurs. "Someone that always finds his way back to me no matter what the world throws at him?" No one else ever stood a chance.