[ He can't promise her that he won't be a shithead again, because he knows that's impossible, but he doesn't want to act cold and push her away again either. There's really no reason for it now, unless it's to keep her safe- but at least he can tell her the reason now and she won't be left in the dark wondering what the hell happened. ]

I won't pull that shit with you again.

[ he gives her another brief kiss, then starts tugging her back towards the counter, arms still wrapped around her tightly as they hobble walk. he only lets go when he goes to grab their plates, reluctantly pulling away even more. ]

Grab the coffee mugs and then we'll head up. We can hang out there as long as you want. Don't have anything till later.