[ her warmth is a nice reminder that they both existed in the present. when he sees her from his peripherals, his gaze lingers longer than it should. does she really remember now? strangely his own body seems to react to her words more than it should, whether it be the rise in temperature, or in the way it feels tight, almost restricting in the center of his chest. even now, it feels like he's putting his heart on full display, and it's an odd sensation; a vulnerability he never knew existed, except in moments like these.

her words are just as soft as the skin he touches, and often peppers his kisses on. he fingers curl as they trace over her skin, until she grabs hold of it. as always, there was something incredibly endearing about it, and it's hard to look away. there's something incredibly soft in his expression.

a look on his countenance that was entirely reserved for her and her alone. ] You're wrong. [ he says, but the tone of his voice painfully tender. ] It wasn't the flowers I was fond of. [ he turns to look at her. gradually, the cars lulls into stop at the light; just the quiet sounds of the engine filling the space between them. then he leans in and presses his lips against her forehead. the softest gesture, paired with a small tug of a smile on his lips. ]

I don't have to tell you what that means, right? I've already communicated with my eyes.