[Gently, he lets the side of his forehead rest against hers, though not until the glow fades. When she removes anything from her cuts, he takes it and sets it down on his other side. He's not about to push anything now that she's calmed down, so he's glad when she gets up the nerve to talk on her own. Her choice of confession earns her a small if slightly embarrassed smile.
He's not the type of guy who deserves to hear that.]
call;
He's not the type of guy who deserves to hear that.]
...Were his boobs better too?