He nestles in against me, ear to my chest, and I sigh in contentment at the feel of him. He's nearly as reassured by touch as I am, I think.

I press my lips to the top of his head, then rest my cheek on it. His hair's so soft.

I feel good, physically. The aftermath of what we just did, coupled with having him in my arms. But the easy part's over, and he's still upset, and I still can't help him.

"Why?" I murmur. "You are perfect."