Something feels weird, even before he releases her. It's like she's not kissing him back. Or doesn't want to be. Was he supposed to be more passionate? Should they be fucking? Was he just supposed to leave? Sit on the couch and have playful banter?

Fuck.

Well, there had been one flickering moment when he thought he'd done something right, but he's on the other side of the slope, and the affect and silence definitely gives the vibe that she wants him to fuck off. Sweeney sits back, managing a small smile and an accepting nod before standing.

"A'right." Another a quick smile and bow of his head are offered, as if it would make things better again.

"Thank you." Rare words offered in utter sincerity.

"Fer yer trust."

Sweeney's not going to force her to sit there and nod at him more, so he turns and gets to the fucking off.