Stumbling a little, relieved that she's got his attention, she passes a hand down his helm, leaning up using his chest piece to leverage herself so she can press a very small, chaste kiss against his mouth. Leaning back again, her voice takes on a much softer tone, even more so than the usual gruff quality of her voice. Not demeaning, more timid than anything else.

"I love you so much, Drift. I'm sorry, it's never been my intent to hurt you, or let anyone else do that." She lets go, wilting to the ground again as her legs wobble.

"If you want to be alone, I can go. I know I'm pushing you. I just get worried about what you think and feel, since you're so guarded. That's not a bad thing, though. I should know better than to press like that. I'm asking a lot of really selfish things. I can't speak for anyone else... but. I'd like you to be able to have some peace of mind. No matter the outcome on my end." Her hands wring nervously.

"Could you... tell me how could I give that to you? I mean... at least from me, personally."