^{like gentle petals of a flower pressing light against his cheek ;     he doesn’t expect it.  it sends a ripple across his usually - still face and exposes a light sense of smugness.  all surface,  not really delving deep down where his heart roams.   this is only for a recognized holiday after all    (  one he fails to acknowledge.  )    “  never pegged you as someone to celebrate this kind of holiday.  “}