[Chris raises his free hand to sink his fingers into Kaito's hair in return and doesn't even try to keep himself from moaning as Kaito starts kissing him enthusiastically back; it's not much of one anyway and Kaito could probably use the reassurance that everything is fixed now and he's not just taking pity on him. And Chris doesn't mind encouraging him to get into it a bit anyway; if nothing else, he has definitely missed having Kaito's fingers in his hair. He's grown so used to having someone's fingers in his hair and against his scalp on a regular basis, that had been a noticeable and regretful change.

As Kaito pulls away a bit, Chris shifts his hand back to cup his cheek and brush his thumb along his cheekbone, and the smile that touches his lips is a little more pained and guilty, at least in the moment before he leans in to kiss Kaito again. Very briefly, and then he's pulling back just enough to speak and to press their foreheads together.]

I'm so sorry, Kaito. I know it wasn't my fault--[he has to get that in before kaito can point it out, because that's not the important thing here]--but I'm still sorry. [He closes his eyes and gives a small, bitter smile.] The landlord has abysmal timing.

Though I suppose we should be grateful that the effects were reversed in time for Christmas.