[At one point, as he talks, she settles into the pattern of combing her fingers through his hair, aiming for soothing motions, gentle brushes of her nails down his scalp. All slow, careful and caring.

She listens. Leans her cheek against his forehead.

Lets him have a dry little laugh. Turning her words against her, huh?] You just never know when it's going to hit you. Something I've learnt around you. Plus, it's also good to have someone around willing to listen and hold you, which...I also learnt here.