For a few moments, Karen just stays close, leaning gently into the kiss, one hand soft against his jaw where she rests her hand. It's all she can do, really. She can't change what's happened, she can't bring Harold back or lessen the weight of his disappearance, but while she's here, she can be here, not about to start counting down to an end that might or might not come. That would only be wasting whatever time they have here, and while she can't say that the months that it took them to wind up where they are would fit the same description, she waited too long for this not to make the most of it while she has it. Even if this is all she can do, at least it's something.

"Yeah, he wasn't exactly subtle about that, was he?" she asks with a quiet laugh of her own once she's drawn back, though not by enough to put any real distance between them. "Who knows how long it would've taken us to get over ourselves without his intervening."