He brushes gloved fingers against her cheek. It's as close as he can come to anything more like what they both want. "Come on, breakfast, then we'll hit the road." He says, softly. It's not that he doesn't want to spend time with Kitty, but that's what two plus weeks at Disney is for. He can cover up during the day, wear his layers and at night... well, that's hopefully going to be an exploration of a different sort.

He smiles back, crookedly. He can't fully smile while covered like this. It's emotionally impossible. He just doesn't have it in him to be happy while in this state.