Natasha looks surprised when he climbs into her lap, but she's still smiling. Her hands rest on his sides for a moment as his frame her face, and she feigns an indignant look. "Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." Her hands slide up along his back as she tips her head to return the kiss.

She can tell he's in a good space, and she's glad that she had the idea to come somewhere without strong memories tied to it. It's nice to see him feeling more at ease in his own skin. Even though she knows there will still be bumps in the road. This will be a good stretch for him to look back on, to know that it's possible.

"I think you look great in them," she answers, leaning up so she can press a kiss on his jaw. "Come on, sit on the couch. I'll do your hair a few different ways and you can decide what you like."