She frowned slightly, reaching up gently and straightening a lock of his black hair. "I don't know," she murmured, meeting his gaze."You've seemed a bit... reserved lately."
She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder, standing on her tiptoes. "You've been working a lot lately..."
She pulled away, her brows furrowed. “Well, I mean, if you’re okay, then it doesn’t matter. I don’t know. I just... I worry that you’re unhappy.”
He frowned, stepping close to take her hands in his. "I'm not unhappy, Poppy. Just seeing where we are now is perfect."