Carmy forgets about his phone entirely, startled for a second before kissing back — turning one kiss into another and another. Fumbles it away eventually and uses his freed up hand to spread big and warm in the small of her back, supporting her so she doesn't have to crunch, encouraging her closer. Coming in closer himself — it's a good thing they photographed the painting, because he doesn't actually care if it smears all over his bare chest.