Once they were settled on the sofa and all cuddly, he reached up and brushed his fingers against her cheek. Using his thumb, he brushed away the tears, hating to see her crying at all. It made him sad and he never ever wanted to see her sad.
To be honest, he wasn't sure what he wanted. He wanted just to stay in Cardiff and be with his family. He wanted her to be healthy. He wanted to try to deal with all these memories now that he had and he wasn't sure what to make of them. Occasionally, his hand would move down to his own chest and he'd rub it with his fingertips, even though there was no wound there.
"Sure, let's get married by Elvis," he mumbled, only half kidding. He looked up at her, smiling. "We can have the big wedding after you've had our son." He kissed her nose. "I promise, wedding or not, I'll be your bloody prince. Just no tights, eh?"