As am I. This is definitely the sort of conversation that we should be having face-to-face.

[He's never been this intimate with anyone in his life and yet, every time she touches him, he is so happy. No matter what sort of touch it is, he can't help but smile. He's not sure how he'd describe it to anyone else, but he's also never felt this way about anyone before.

But he also wants to touch her, so he does. A caress to her face, holding her hand, soft almost-kisses to tease them both.]

I wanted to do more that day. It was a rather sad showing.

[Despite it being one of the last times he got to see her face.]