[The shift from holding her, nuzzling her hair, kissing her forehead, to this nervous wreck in front of her is almost charming in a way. And-- it's a really, really good distraction from everything else. Just having someone who trusts her, is at least a little interested in her, is a lot right now.
So she shifts up onto her knees and leans in to press her forehead against his, relishing the warmth of the contact as her lips curve into a grin.]
Don't be nervous, [it's little more than a murmur as she tilts her head to press the softest of kisses to the corner of his mouth.]
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So she shifts up onto her knees and leans in to press her forehead against his, relishing the warmth of the contact as her lips curve into a grin.]
Don't be nervous, [it's little more than a murmur as she tilts her head to press the softest of kisses to the corner of his mouth.]