[He pauses at that, surprised for a moment, then shifts his free hand to curl over the one on his heart. He leans over her, gently pressing his lips against hers for a long moment- long enough to feel the strain of his posture in the process, not long enough to regret going for it. When he draws back, his smile is soft, a little melancholy, but gentle.]
Thank you. I feel better.
[Coming here, talking with her, learning more about her history and finding a reason to laugh... it's better than sulking alone on a couch, commiserating about all he's lost. It's made for a much better birthday than anything he could have planned, all things considered.]
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Thank you. I feel better.
[Coming here, talking with her, learning more about her history and finding a reason to laugh... it's better than sulking alone on a couch, commiserating about all he's lost. It's made for a much better birthday than anything he could have planned, all things considered.]