Ben closes his eyes, and at first just lets his physical response speak for him, responsive and tender as he shifts just fto make sitting more comfortable for both of them, one hand on the grass next to her hips, the other gently nestling in her hair.

At the edges though, he opens up, lets part of his being leak out into the force: like tha sound of an ocean from far away, distant and indistinct, but the sense of something vast and deep.