"It isn't?" That was news to Madge, really. She was very proud of how stubborn she was, how she could be. Perhaps it would be frowned upon if she used that for more petty reasons, but as that usually wasn't the case, she didn't see any reason to be modest about it. And while she was frustrated that he wouldn't look at her, she made no comment or move to change that.

She expected him to leave. To walk out the door and for no one to be the wiser... Instead, he was pressing his lips back against hers after a terse, but perhaps resigned, warning. She smiled into the kiss, silly as that might be, and pressed closer to him. One hand tentatively moved to rest on his shoulder, to keep herself upright, as the other wrapped behind his neck.