He feels her lips press on his scarred palm. His mouth forms a small 'o', and he manages to look surprised even with his empty sockets and his face turned just off from her. He is too dizzy with everything that's happened to respond more than that, but it quiets his rambling.

After a good few moments quiet, his mouth tugs up at one side. A smile all crooked and unfortunate looking with the pain all so close to it. But still a smile.

"BITCHTITS," He says, with that crooked grin.