Christien was thinking exactly the same thing about Elaina's feelings-- about whether she was really that doubtful about the fact that she thought she liked him, and, if she wasn't, then whether she was as sure as he was that he didn't just like being around her because she was a nice person. "Okay," he said, as well. Though, despite his agreement, and despite everything he'd just said before that, he willed himself to move forward, closer to her. Truth was, everything he'd said was him being cautious; he'd been hurt the last time, and he also didn't want to make Elaina uncomfortable. But his logic was, things could stay the way they were, and they would wait, or he could just.. try something. On the one hand, it could just make everything more awkward. But what if it was what she wanted? Then things would be better, and he wouldn't know until he.. he just leaned in, his movement and their breathing the only sounds in the otherwise silent moment, and pressed his lips against hers very gently.