Nina leaned forward so she was mere centimeters from Orion's face, and the smell of bergamot and vanilla (He'd never liked cream earl gray tea until he got to know Nina, and now the smell alone always brought him contentment, even when he was home for holidays and there was nothing to be content about.) wafting towards him somehow settled his raging emotions. He was still reeling from the revelation that his fiancée almost died and he'd not known about it.