She was right; he'd been waiting, was waiting for that brush of a finger against his hairline, that barest touch that he'd probably be feeling for weeks so he wasn't paying attention to her other movements.

Another quiet breath, anticipation or something else and his fingers twitched, almost reaching out towards her but he held himself still and just sighed again.

He could feel her near, feel something and he wanted her to stay near so he held himself, parted his own lips and kept his eyes mostly closed. He probably couldn't have opened them even if he tried.