He wasn't sure if he did something wrong. The reaction time was still delayed in his head and he wondered, for a second, if she was crying because he'd fucked it all up, but then she was hugging him and hell, he just wanted to be held at that point, so he hugged right back, burrowing his face into her neck and her hair. "Thank you," he murmured, muffled by skin and hair.

When he eased back to breathe again, he looked her in the eyes. "You're the first to know."