Seymour lay stunned on the bed he now miraculously shared with Audrey, his wife, as she trailed lingering, enthralling kisses downwards from his cheek. Even if their new dream-like status quo, far from Skid Row and together at last, hadn't come to be extremely recently, he knew that he would still struggle to believe it. She was so amazing, and strong, and kind, and deserving... was what he was doing with his hands right? Just holding her? She seemed to like it when he ran them along her back... He gathered the courage necessary to do so, trying to pour all the love and admiration he felt for her into the gesture, and his heart skipped what felt like several beats as he felt her grin against his neck before continuing and tightening her hold on him. He had never in his wildest dreams dared to hope for this kind of comfort, this kind of connection... even now it felt almost unreal that Audrey wanted to be here, to be with him of all people…
Eventually, Seymour regained enough awareness of his body as a separate entity from her to realize that he was... tearing up... oh God, he couldn't let her see this, he shouldn't even be letting this happen in the first place as a man, as her man... she deserved better than this... effeminateness... than him... and she could get it so easily... Seymour's distracted thoughts scattered as Audrey, lovely Audrey repositioned herself, looking him in the eyes with tenderness and sweet understanding that caught his breath in his throat. She smiled warmly, enchantingly as he dared to cup her cheek in his hand, returning the gesture and gingerly wiping a few of his tears away before leaning in closer to kiss him. He quickly managed to get his wits about him enough to reciprocate, his heart overflowing with love and practically beating out of his chest as he held his wife close to him.