[He both sees and feels it beneath his hands and it just adds to his very solidly cemented opinion tbh. Even more so at his dumb pretty goofy smile. Goddamn it.]
Don't turn this on me. [I'm a gremlin. Tentatively, he brushes his fingers down his face, over his cheeks, a little like he's not fully settled in being allowed. (Never mind he might have done it anyway, touched his face like bros do and all that.)] I'm serious.