"First my lucky pants, now my dream-catcher. Keep this up and I may not be able to live without you." He smiles down at her, wide and warm, before leaning down, bumping his nose against hers, before turning his head and leaning just close enough for their lips to brush, and then hovers there. He wants to speak the words he had on the beach, but it feels like too much just yet. He really is content with just this.