Xaver murmured something quietly, but his words faded, as he continued to stare upward, at the ceiling.
It felt so.. right, the way she fit so effortlessly against him. He sighed, peacefully, laying his hand over hers, and moved it slightly, so it was over his heart, the strum a low, heavy, constant murmur. He slowly traced his thumb back and forth across the top of her hand, his gaze still upward, and slightly detached, though comforted, as always, by her nearness..