Well, that wasn't the last thing he expected, but it certainly wasn't the first, either. Marc stills for a beat, himself, but he can't help it. It's Layla. They're in a strange place, they have no idea what's going on, but they're together, and together they can beat gods.

So he kisses her back, meeting her with the same passion, the same desperate relief, pulling her close against him with his hands on her back, sliding one up to her shoulder, then neck, then her hair. As long as she wants, she has him.