Scar never managed to remain at peace for this long. Usually, some bit of guilt sprung up. He let his spiraling thoughts get the better of him. He got distracted, or nervous, or...

Maybe it was just a better night than usual.

It was still overwhelming and a little odd to be so close to her. Scar had to pause for a moment, focusing on the feel of her hand in his. That he was really here. When he did crouch to kiss her again, it was more assuredly than before. He could do just fine at this.