When she entered and glanced about the room, he inhaled sharply. She was so beautiful to him, always. He stood quickly and made it to her in only a few strides. His hands rested on the tops of her arms, his usual lop-sided grin gracing his lips. "You like it?" he asked sincerely, not taking his eyes from hers.
He wanted her to be happy, and he wanted to distract her from the worry he knew she felt. And though he always wanted to know what she was thinking, he was glad she shielded most of the time... the silence was golden, and he didn't want to 'cheat' with her. He wanted her to tell him her feelings on her own.