Neither kindness nor ignorance have a thing to do with it, he's being utterly earnest. And, as it turns out, he's wrong, because this is absolutely perfect. He's a little bit biased, he can admit that, but he loves this-- her unbound hair trailing over the both of them, the soft sounds she's making as he moves.

(He doesn't think he's ever been anyone's first before. He's never thought about it before this, but there's something heady about the thought that maybe no one's ever touched her like this. It's a gesture he wants to be worthy of, which surprises him a little. Or it would have, before he knew her. Before he fell in--

This is the wrong time to complicate things with that word. Even if it's probably true. Even if it's obvious.)

Shifting up eagerly into her hand in an uneven counterpoint, he twines a long lock of her hair around the fingers of his other hand, groaning softly against her mouth.