"How could he hurt such a beautiful flower?" he whispered, and it was obvious that he hadn't realized he'd said it out loud before smiling almost sadly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help."
You leaned in towards his hand barley to show that you appreciated the contact before offering a smile of your own.
"It's okay, Mark; you're here now. You cheered me up when no one else could. Thank you."
He came closer to your face, leaning forward to where he was an inch, if not less, away from your face. He inclined his head and pressed his forehead against yours before you both closed your eyes and just sat there, enjoying each other's reassuring company.