If this is her idea of working out a problem, it's a terrible idea, is what he's thinking. He's tempted to push her away - lately whenever they get close, the alchemist soul within him starts freaking out and telling him off, so it's been much easier to avoid it. Awkwardness is an easy enough excuse to use, after all. Right now, though, he's staying quiet.

Well, whatever. Maybe it'll shut her up. He shrugs carelessly, closing the distance and pressing his lips against hers. It's not what anyone would be able to call a loving kiss, more tolerant than anything else, but it's better than nothing, right?