Arms wrapped tight around her, though he doesn't want to keep her from what she's doing, Jerry hums in absent agreement, leaning in for another kiss as he does. She's right, it's all that matter, that everything's alright now, and he means to do whatever he can to keep it that way. Right now, that just means this, his fingers catching in fabric that he's eager to do away with as he kisses her. Even so, he's torn between undressing her now or trying to drag this out, when there's no particular reason to hurry and just this feels so good. He's not so worried now about seeming presumptuous, but it's not like this is all he cares about.