Look, there was mood-killing, and then there was Octavia's need right now to not have the ghost of his gentle kiss be her top memory when he went away for fear that it would leave her floundering around, want withering away again.

(Last time had clearly done a number on her.)

She didn't actually care about his wine at all. It was an excuse to get him to turn back long enough for her to grab him and kiss him one last time the right way, which was... aggressive, something she would feel for a moment afterwards.

She sounded breathless, almost growly as she let go. "Now go."