He brushes a thumb along Nagisa's cheek, while the wind's breaths play through blond, messy hair and the little nymph seems to awaken. Sousuke's breath halts, suspended, and even life around them seems to still for a second, before Nagisa simply settles himself better as he goes along snoring softly.
Sousuke looks around at the placid river and the grass combed by that same wind, and then reaches for one of Nagisa's small hands, slightly bending to press a kiss on it.