He grins as she messes up his shirt and hair. When she tells him to sit beside her, he does so, his side pressing up against hers and his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. His other hand grips hers, thumb stroking the back of her hand. His head rests against hers.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't cry. We'll sort this out together."

His expression is one of genuine concern, and if it's an act, it's an impeccable one.