That kiss was about the last thing Chris had expected, and amid all the rest of his racing thoughts, it left him very thoroughly off balance. By the time Blonsky pulled away his awareness had gone hazy, zeroed in on his companion and every word that fell from his lips. Some part of him might have thought to protest, but there was a lot of blood, and Blonsky-- he was a soldier, he knew what he was doing. Chris hesitated, still wanting to make sure the other was alright, knowing that time was too valuable a commodity to be wasted here.

"Match," he repeated, turning back towards the Humvee and his bag of supplies, "Got a couple cheapo lighters..." He yanked the bag over onto the seat, digging through it with numb fingers.