The idea that the kiss would cause Fenris to panic was the thing that scared Cyril the most. He wasn't sure how they could recover from such a thing. Then Fenris returns the kiss instead and everything seems to be right with the world.

He chuckles, the noise of it pure relief. "Oh, me too," he admits after a moment. "Though next time I won't spring it on you." Consent is important to him, even more so now, and he never wants to violate's Fenris's autonomy.

He can't stop the smile from spreading across his face then, and he doesn't even try, as he settles back down. He feels light and happy, more so than he has in a long time. The relief of knowing that he hasn't ruined anything mixes with a giddy affection for Fenris. "I think I got carried away because I missed you so much."