"Mmm," Sean hums contentedly, letting the kiss linger briefly before he pulls back just a touch, still smiling. "Somehow. Seems like ye've got plenty o' spirit, lass, least from where I'm standin'." And then it hits him like a ton of bricks, something in the way she leaves him wanting for absolutely nothing, at least in this, reminding him of everything he hasn't let himself want out of this place ever since coming here. Simple as that, it finally makes sense and Sean understands just what part of this whole business with Moira had him in such a tizzy earlier.

If some future love of his can show up here, who's to say a past one won't? If a man loses the love of his life, the idea of her miraculously coming back to him shouldn't suddenly be one to dread. Christmas or not. The thought terrifies him more than he can let on, and as he feels his expression begin to falter, he kisses her, deeper this time.