Again, the loss of contact was a rather unexpected and surprisingly tangible feeling of pain to Cinead as Anna finally removed her hand from his wrist. He wondered at the existence of the aching in his chest, even as the fingers of his other hand touched the still hot spot on his skin where they had been in contact. What a strange change, the way he was beginning to desire to never let go of her hand, to always be in contact. He didn't understand what it all meant. Blinking thoughtfully into the sunlight, Cin dropped his arms and pushed his confusion to the back of his mind where he would find time to deal with it later. For now, he would simply enjoy the moment.

"I would dearly like it if you could find it in yourself to refrain from dumping objects upon me, thank you very much." He made himself tease in return, once again falling into step beside Anna. "especially since I believe we are going to be partaking of something that is covered in sauce and cheese. I don't have a change of clothes with me and I still have a class after this.. I wouldn't want to have to explain why I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts because my pants had been ruined."