He catches that quick little intake of breath. Enough that it means his hand doesn't drop from her cheek all too quickly. His fingers lingers there against warm skin, the way his gaze lingers, long after his hand has dropped back to his side. The urge to kiss her is there, and it's not the first time that he's felt it. But he refuses to use a moment where she feels so vulnerable to make that kind of move. She's hurting from terrible memories about losing her mother, losing her family.

But he can tell it's only a matter of time on his end.

And it's not as scary as he thought it was. It's why he manages a small smile at her admission. "That makes two of us."