He frowned a little, always an awkward way of entering concentration as he reached slowly across the tiny gap between them. It was like walking on water, as if there was something blocking him as he reached slowly across with both hands, the points fingers outstretched vigilantly. He placed the tip of each finger on opposite ends of her lips. Softly, he pushed them upwards as he feebly tried to make her smile.

She'd always done it to him when he was unhappy.