[ As he listens to her words, John's face breaks into a smile, a laugh escaping him as he lets his hand move, tucking some hair behind her ear, his own eyes opening to look at her. ]

Good.

[ He licks his own lips, still able to taste her on them. He wants to lean in again, but he also doesn't want to stumble that step too far. ]

So I guess this is when I let you get inside. And promise to call you. Which I do, by the way. I promise I'll call you.