[There's an intimacy in that gesture, too, in the softness of her fingers where they brush against his forehead. He leans into the touch, a bit, more than content just to stay like this until moving becomes absolutely, unavoidably necessary.
His laugh in response to her words is soft, barely more than the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.]
I don't mind. [It's genuine, that assertion. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.] We'll figure something out.
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His laugh in response to her words is soft, barely more than the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.]
I don't mind. [It's genuine, that assertion. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.] We'll figure something out.
[Besides. It was worth it.]