[He takes it in readily, if a little shy; gathers the reminder close, holding it near as though to keep it there, warm and steady and welcome, as armor against when the world outside throws more challenges their way]
[He presses his forehead to hers, soft - traces the line of her cheekbone with his thumb - kisses her again, a feather of a brush of his lips against hers]
Re: THE HIDEOUT
[He presses his forehead to hers, soft - traces the line of her cheekbone with his thumb - kisses her again, a feather of a brush of his lips against hers]