He doesn't try very hard to kiss her back, too uncoordinated to be able to handle this with any kind of finesse, just clings to her and breathes against her lips.

And then a choked sob pushes its way up from his throat and he has to pull away to close his eyes and hide his face against her shoulder.

"I'm so scared," he manages, his voice muffled by her shirt. "I didn't do well the first time around." He's referring to his marriage; he and Angela had been happy, basically, but he'd been career military and hadn't been home a lot and she had resented him for it, resented him for not being around to help raise their son. Sometimes they'd have fights and she'd scream that she was basically a single parent anyway, and he'd feel so gutted he'd hide away on base and just confirm her accusations.

"I'm not a good father," he continues, his voice getting more and more choked up and oh, yep, there are those tears he had managed to keep at bay. "What if I screw up again? I can't mess up another kid."