It happened.  His lips were soft, yearning and yet uncertain.  His lips pulled on his being as if wanting to give in.  Caleb hadn't expected this.  He had just wanted to tell Ambrose how he felt, but this kiss, this kiss opened the floodgate of emotions and Caleb found himself lost in it.  His hand had shakingly reached up and softly caressed the back of Ambrose's neck as if to deepen the kiss, as if to speak to Ambrose, to let him know that it was alright, that everything was alright and would be alright, that he would fight for this, whatever they wanted to call it, and he would come out victorious.  The kiss lasted for quite some time, neither seeming to want to end it, but Caleb found the strength to slowly pull away from Ambrose, letting their eyes lock on each other.  No words came as he tried to form them.  No word could describe how terrified he was at this being a dream, at this moment being a mistake, but no words could describe how happy he was to know how Ambrose felt.  No words could describe how much he just enjoyed the moment, how much he relished in the closeness, the touch, the feeling of being something other than a monster in the eyes of someone he cared for.

"We can try, we owe it to ourselves to at least try this, but I won't make you do something you don't want, I won't force you," Caleb said softly as if nervous about saying anything that would ruin the moment between them.  What could one say after such a strong kiss?  What could you add to a moment like that?  Everything else paled in comparison.