The face she makes when she’s focused on his face. A comfortable silence settles between the two of them, one where they know they don’t need to talk with words but are in the present. She looks at him, notices the small creases on his forehead, the worries he tries to keep away from her and she sees that he needs her. Her warmth, her presence, her love. He doesn’t need to spell it. He never needed to. She knows who he is. She sees him. Still, the face she makes when their souls are talking has to be one of his favourite because he knows she is here.
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