He caught himself because she's Magne, and it was easy to remind himself he's safe with her. Which she reminds him further still. The hand on his neck is strong and gentle, the lips to his forehead familiar. The first makes him start to relax (when had he tensed up?), and the second further still.

By the time she's finished speaking and touches where the faded ink is, César's body has relaxed so fully that he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh almost as if he'll fall asleep then and there. Perhaps a strong breeze could blow him over. For a moment, he even wobbles before catching himself with a little laugh. His right hand, still free, brushes Magne's side just under her ribs as he rests his forehead against hers again.

"... Right. You're so good at keeping me from over-complicating and over-worrying things in my head. I can say what I mean with you...." Another sigh, happy, and more awake, his voice full of quiet warmth. "I'll pick you up here at three tomorrow, if that works. We can walk over together so I can show you the way."