It's only the wrong thing in that it breaks her heart a little; he never seems to lose that edge of sorrow, and she knows that ultimately it's there because of her. The same way he is and isn't himself, her future actions are a part of her, unknown but implicit. And there are moments when it makes her feel guilty; other moments where she feels angry.

But in the moment, all she wants is to ease it. His hand on her, that teasing squeeze, feels like a good sign. (And feels good, too, but at this point she's more interested in him than herself.)

She kisses his jaw, and then his throat, and then a haphazard trail down his body, slow and leisurely but her intent pretty obvious.