[Will tries to swallow down his anger, to smile for him, and Cor watches his face intently. He frowns slowly, fingers reaching up to brush along the line of Will's lips.]

Will... Your smiles are only beautiful when you mean them.

[He uses the touch of his fingers to guide the next kiss, gentle and light, hopeful in a way.]

You don't need to be anything for me but yourself. Even when things are... worse than we'd both like.