[ Small as they are, Ariadne's hands have a surprising amount of strength in them, and at the moment it's all focused on keeping George right up against her and not letting him go. There's the slightest hitch of breath when she's pulled closer, more out of surprise than anything else -- what would he want to do with her, after all, when she can't keep herself together because she can't remember falling asleep?
The kiss, though... the kiss says otherwise, though she doesn't trust it just yet. She can tell that at least part of what had her grabbing him is the curse, and that same curse has had her doing a lot of ridiculous things today. He might be able to taste it; the coffee she got from Steve Rogers after the fact, the cigarillo from No Name (the remnants of which having now fallen to the ground), Natasha's lipstick, even cigarettes and tacos from Mr. Orange. She didn't want any of those, though. ]
oh god I can't stop
The kiss, though... the kiss says otherwise, though she doesn't trust it just yet. She can tell that at least part of what had her grabbing him is the curse, and that same curse has had her doing a lot of ridiculous things today. He might be able to taste it; the coffee she got from Steve Rogers after the fact, the cigarillo from No Name (the remnants of which having now fallen to the ground), Natasha's lipstick, even cigarettes and tacos from Mr. Orange. She didn't want any of those, though. ]