His hands are still on her face when she pulls away and Cassian swallows too, before he breaks out into a smile. She kissed him back and if he were the sort to keep an actual diary he'd end up drawing hearts around the date. As it is, he holds on to the moment as long as he can, thumbs brushing against her cheeks for as long as she'll stand for it.

He loves her so much he aches with it, and the part of him that was terrified of outright rejection has settled in his chest. "Good, because I have plenty." And tea, which he presumes will be consumed either way.

"Thank you." Because she didn't have to kiss him back, actually, and because he already said that he loves her but he's not pushing it.