He draws his nose along her cheek, exhaling when her fingers find him again and it's all he can do not to twist into her hand and really earn himself a pet name, most likely an embarrassing one. Response is definitely not a problem at this point.

"Don't hide from me," he tells her. Maybe for the way she sheltered in the doorway; maybe for all the times she thinks she should be tough when she's breaking inside. He turns his lips against hers, fingers at the nape of her neck.