Esme noticed his glasses slipping down, and without thinking, her right hand reached over, pushing them back up to the arch of his nose. She paused, keeping her fingers against his skin and then slowly moved her fingers up towards his forehead, pushing away the silky strands that came in his line of view. His eyes remained locked with hers the entire time as his chest tightened and he grew stiff. He released long breaths, barely moving his shoulders to show he was breathing.