His fingers continue to move with that reinforcement, parting the strands only to fall back together with every pass.

“Me too...” he says in the shared sentiment, grateful to still be here. “I’m not going anywhere, Sadie. I love you.” Benjiro returns the squeeze more gently than the last, and he plants a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you for caring so much.” The sentiment needed to be voiced. Sadie had followed up with him over something that could have been mistaken as more trivial.