[ Oh, he laughs at that, actually laughs and not just the light chuckle that floats through his speech like an solitary snowflake every now and again. ]

I think comfort is underselling it, a bit. But this isn't the time for debating definitions or semantics—I don't miss chances.

[ Missed opportunities are for men with fear, men with hesitation, men with doubt; Sonya of the Yurodiviye is none of these things, even now. He pulls her closer with a tug of their hands and then leans to press his lips against hers. Like his laughter, the kiss isn't light nor is it shy, but bold and assured, an extension of himself. ]