Prompt: "First Time," Dot Matrix, Mouse
She can say it was only comfort, the first time. Heck, she could say it about a second, a tenth, a twentith time. Mouse's never left her without what comfort she could give, - and it is comfort to know there's someone to put a hand on your shoulder, to laugh with at the unexpected (and these seconds all too few) jokes, to have your back.
Kissing though? Not comfort. Dot might be a lot of things (, obsessive, last of the Matrixes, a coward) but not a liar. The first time is the last she allows that particular relief.