Cool palms cup his face, finger tips feather-lightly brushing along the angle of his jaw before they comb through silver hair. "You are so, so good to me, to everyone..." she offers against his cheek when she presses herself closer to him, enjoying the warmth he gives off everywhere she touches him. Her hands finally snake to the back of his head to very gently pull him closer for a kiss.
He doesn’t... allow himself days like this. Not if he can help it. There are nearly always things he can do, distractions he can find. But sometimes when business is slow, the kids aren’t around, or he finishes his work in the garage early, he finds himself spending a little too much time inside his own head. And he hates it.
He hadn’t realized he was spacing until he felt Kyrie’s gentle hand on his jaw, and his focus seems to shrink back to where it should be. Where he likes to keep it. She’s so wonderful. Like a constant balm on his soul. He kisses the heel of her palm before her fingers brush lightly through his hair.
“I love you,” he says, voice little more than a whisper as he feels that chasm inside slowly narrow and close, and he wraps his hands around her waist. What would he do without her? “I love you so much.”
