At the slightest movement, Naomi instinctively adjusted her balance, glancing up uncertainly at Jolt as though she wasn't sure what he had in mind.

Then foreheads touched, one soft skin, one warm metal, and she blinked. She'd thought-- she'd hoped-- she'd cried enough to last her for years, but she had to close her eyes against the sudden stinging at the sweetness of the gesture, opting to reach up with both hands to rest her palms on his face.

"It's good to be back."