[He could say a lot of things to that. His own heart skips a beat, and then another, and then one more--and he decides that talking is vastly overrated when she's looking up at him and nodding like that.
That blush is a good look on her, he thinks.
And then he leans in, lips curved into a slight smile, and... brushes his lips against her forehead.
Thankfully he then follows it up by giving her a proper, if brief and chaste kiss, presuming he didn't totally ruin the moment.]
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That blush is a good look on her, he thinks.
And then he leans in, lips curved into a slight smile, and... brushes his lips against her forehead.
Thankfully he then follows it up by giving her a proper, if brief and chaste kiss, presuming he didn't totally ruin the moment.]