"... You talked about people hitting you. For everything that he did to me my father never really touched me. And yet you still think what he did to me was bad, right?" Soft lips brush the top of the other's head, tucking him under his chin.

Rely on him. Someone can - wants to - rely on him. It makes his heart beat faster and he takes a deep breath. "I trust you too. You deserve the world, even if you don't think you do."