He attempted a tentative smile. Even with their recent fight, and how he'd been an insensitive prick, she'd still done this. He wasn't sure he deserved it, but he knew from her reaction he'd scared her. His silence scared her.
He put a hand out, touched his knuckles to her cheek. "Thank you." It wasn't much, but it was genuine. He'd never been good with words. He tended to say the wrong thing, at least at first. If he rambled on long enough, he sometimes hit on the right things, but words were, for the most part, his enemy.
"This means more to me than anything I've ever gotten." He let his hand move down to her neck. It was, in his way, an apology.