Her thumb rubs absently against the skin of his cheek and she can't look away from him now, how peaceful he looks, how happy. He's like a mirror of how she feels and honestly, the more time they spend this close the less locking herself in her room with him feels like a joke. That could actually be something she would want to do.
He smiles, just slightly, and leans forward to rest his forehead against hers. Like this, it's as close to a kiss as he can get without doing it- when that doesn't feel right, not yet, when he suspects she may only just have realized how he feels about her.
This way, he can close his eyes and feel her against him, breathe her in and rest with her. It's comforting when he didn't even know he'd needed it.
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"And you brought that cream. We're set, I'd say."
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This way, he can close his eyes and feel her against him, breathe her in and rest with her. It's comforting when he didn't even know he'd needed it.