Whispering "I love you" before a chaste, delicate kiss.
Cooped up in their room at the Resistance camp, 9S held 2B by the waist, as she leaned on him, tucking her head on his chest.
The sound of his black box was comforting.
As was his presence next to her.
And she was sure it was the same for him, he let her know it was, being as sappy as ever.
But she no longer needed to scold him for it, even though habits were hard to die.
Sometimes she still did unconsciously, to which he'd just point out and then grin at her, so she wouldn't worry.
He was so kind to her.
And gentle, in all the ways someone could imagine.
Since she'd been alive again, his hateful attitude seemed gone, buried away, and she was content this way.
Perhaps one day he'll tell, but for now she'd just soothe his worries with her presence.
But right now it seemed like he had something else to say.
"Hey 2B." he took her chin so she'd face him. "Yes?"
"I love you." his words came out of his mouth in a soft whisper, before he pressed his lips to hers in the most innocent kiss they ever shared.
Maybe one day she'll find it in her to say it too…