You sat with Adonis in his car, the night enveloping you in a cozy cocoon. His fingers ran through your hair as he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Once again, you had finished crying into his chest, and he didn't seem to mind it.

He broke out of his small trance at your question. A small, gentle smile graced his face as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

"I'm thinking about... whatever you're thinking about." His tone was light and playful; he wanted to see you smile.