His chuckle is soft, a low and entirely distant rumble as he leans to bump his forehead affectionately against Elliot's. The sensation is likely a little fuzzy, a little distant still; more like the brush of a mane than a proper press of skin.

"Have you seen how happy you make her?"

How could he object to Rachel smiling the way she has been? How could he object to two people so dear to his heart finding a shred of happiness together?