Whit, the softest of soft boys, melts a little at this tender attention, eyelids fluttering shut. He too feels nostalgic, although for him, the effect is more bittersweet.

"Thank you for being nice to me," he says. His smile is more than a little wistful, but his gratitude is genuine. Brushing their hair from their face, he softly kisses one cheek, then the other, then sweetly returns the nose smooch with one of his own.

"Do you do this sort of thing a lot?"