He closes his eyes when she kisses his forehead and lets the affection rush over him, taking a lot from it and from her hand cradling his neck. There is something incredibly grounding about leaning against her forehead with his own, about the quiet intimate space between them.

She doesn't move even after telling him her plan, but he's not about to complain. They're not even doing anything, just sitting close and softly touching, but it feels like the best thing in the entire galaxy right now. "This isn't changing," he says idly some time later. "Do you need help?" It's teasing, which is a good sign even if he doesn't mean anything real by it.