Avery spares half a moment of thought to causality and whether or not this is being caused by the fact that Bruno saw it happening. Maybe not, he thinks. Maybe there's a version of the world in which Bruno would have said something different, something about wanting to stay here, without the vision and Avery would have agreed. He knows this isn't coming from him in the sense that there's nothing in particular that would have made him be so bold with his host, even if it had occurred to him to be. But that's not to say there's not an attraction there.

Bruno is... not like the other people he's slept with. He's softer, for one thing, almost sweet, though he's maybe a little too desperate for that. Avery's never had the experience before of someone seeming to just relax into him like this, come a bit unraveled just for his arms around them. It's a bit intoxicating, like caging your fingers around a butterfly. Avery is willing and intrigued and Bruno seems to need it, in some way he doesn't fully understand, and hell, Avery has done a lot worse for a lot less.

So he kisses back right away, warm, heated, the hand on Bruno's face sliding into his hair instead with a loose grip. He's gentle as he winds his own arm around Bruno in return but there's a subtle strength in the way he touches him, as though he could simply move him wherever he wanted and deliberately isn't. This close, he finally also has a smell, mostly clean skin and laundry soap and sunshine, with a hint of some kind of rich cologne applied long enough ago that the smell of it goes no further than his skin.