So long as they were happy tears, Steve didn't mind his shirt getting wet. He'd gladly endure it, if it meant she understood how he felt for her. For now, he just held her, rubbing a soothing rhythm up, then back down her back. He unconsciously started to sway gently in place, listening to her breathing slowly even out, until she pulled back. He couldn't help but hope that, eventually, the number of non-teary kisses would begin far exceed the watery ones, but every one was unique and perfect to him.

"Definitely not the last time," he responded, unable to stop his grin. "Though next time, maybe I'll give you orange roses and lilies. Maybe some red carnations." He didn't mind telling her what flowers he'd get her - but he'd save their meanings until he actually gave them.