She just hugged him, her shoulders slumping as she slipped her arms around his waist, her face buried in his chest. "Do you not... do you not want me? Is that it?"
His brows furrowed, and he took her hands. "Gross? I could never think that about you. Poppy.. You're beautiful. You're absolutely lovely."
He shook his head, resting his hand under her chin. "No way. I will never think you're gross. Not in a million years. Even when we're both super old."
She laughed, shaking her head. "I was originally messing with you, you know. But I do worry about it sometimes."