"Woah, hey," He said, frowning slightly as he saw her tears well up. They looked like happy tears, at least, or at least he hoped like they did, but it still made him a little worried. He didn't like the thought of her crying, but then she was in his lap and holding his face. Before he knew it, he had his hands on her waist, but it wasn't hungry, like he wanted something from her, she just looked like the deserved to be held, and he held her like she was a sapling, with all the tender care something needs to take root. Kissing her back, he didn't care much about her present anymore, he didn't care what they got up to that evening. He didn't care if it was wild or electric or burning. This was better than any of it, this gentle warmth, with her hands on his face.