[it's okay, he gets it. one of his hands comes up and sweeps back his bangs, so he can lean over the chair back and dust a kiss there.] Nah. My eyesight's always been 20/20.

[sweeping a thumb gently over the sharp line of a familiar cheekbone, he stares into green eyes he loves so much.] It'll be okay, you know. He's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't agree on something.