She reached her hand over, her thumb brushing over the scar across his nose. After a moment she kissed his cheek, propping herself up with her arm. "You're pretty perfect, you know?"
He flushed even deeper at her touch, growing stiff as she traced the scar on his nose, going cross-eyed to look down at it. He laughed breathily, shaking his head. "Tez, I can barely let myself be touched by someone I adore. That's pretty far from the definition of perfect."
"That doesn't mean anything to me. That wasn't you who caused that." She rested her hand on the side of his neck. "You're pretty perfect."
He cleared his throat awkwardly, turning his head to look at her with a small smirk. "Well, I think that you're pretty great too."
