Lancelot slides one arm tight around her waist, keeping her close, and sets his other hand lightly at the side of her neck. He is so glad he has gotten this right; he has wished he can somehow show her exactly how much he appreciates all that she does for him, despite the fact that he isn't good with words. He knows how smaller gestures can convey some of the depth of that care, love, gratitude. She has given him so much, has helped him so much -- to understand himself, to begin to heal, to let down his guard a bit and learn how to be close with people.

Since he isn't sure he can say it well enough, he instead pours all of that into the kiss, into his attention and focus on her nearness.