action;

I know, I-- [But then he pretty much deserves this, because he certainly hadn't acted like he knew.]

--I know you can handle yourself, Lightning. [If anyone would know that, it's him.] I just wish you'd let me take care of you.

[Her hand on his cheek, warm and gently insistent, derails his thoughts and drags his gaze back to hers. Her reassurance is mild and feels aimed at a child, but still sends a blossom of relief in his chest. It's strange how the smallest, simplest words can have such a dramatic effect. He lets his bare hands fall to her waist, pulling her in. He bows his head lightly, nosing her hair, eyes fluttering closed out of relish.]