He wants to argue 'what point of curling up to you' isn't interested. What point of him touching her every opportunity he gets and kissing her temple and holding her hand isn't his interest in her? He's frustrated enough to want to start ranting at her, but before he can do anything or argue, his hat is flying to the balcony ground and his shoulders are hitting the glass door behind him, rattling it as he tangles his fingers into her hair and gives himself over.

He melts into the kiss, his hands drifting down to her waist to wrap an arm around it to hold on tight. Now that he's got her pressed up against him, he refuses to let go. "JJ," he exhales fondly, when he nudges his nose against her jaw. "You should have said."