He looked over at her, his eyes doing that grateful crinkly thing he does when he’s nervous. She ran a hand through his curly blond hair, and he leaned into the touch. Even after all these years he was a glutton for it. During the first few years of their relationship, he had been attached to her at the hip. His favourite position lying with his head in her lap while they watched tv. Now he needed it less but at times like this when he was nervous it came out.