We were lying in bed, my hands rubbing his neck. I was just idly working knots out of his back while he was trying to fall asleep.
“Your hands are so small,” he whispered to me.
I hadn’t expected him to speak. We were both lying there late at night and I thought he was nearly asleep.
“Hmm?” I sleepily inquired.
“They just seem so small. It makes me want to jump up and take care of you.”
“I don’t want you to take care of me, though,” I whispered back. “I just want to rub your back while you sleep.”
“This is perfect.”
And he fell asleep.