It always tugs a little painfully at his heart when people say they're alright even though they aren't. What made them have to hide their pain or sorrow? Are all worlds like his where you have no choice but to smile and keep going?

Best not to think on such things. There are much more immediate concerns. She's but a breath away, her scent filling his nose and wicking into his brain and he wonders if his own scent is as heavy as it feels.

"I am, I'm... more than okay, I'm..." His slow, whispered words trail off and his lips brush against hers, hot and soft and gentle. He goes still, hoping he hasn't overstepped, taking a breath to apologise.