I'll try to paint the picture; you try to imagine it.
It's early in the morning, and my husband is seated on an ottoman tying his shoes. Worn out before the day even begins, he drops his head into his hands...that's when he feels the tip of the dog's tongue tentatively licking the tip of his nose. He drops his hands, palms up and asks "What is it, Peach?" She remains seated, but puts first one paw then the other into his outstretched hands. She furrows her brow, and cocks her head to the left, all the while staring at him intensely, attempting the dog mind meld.
Was she asking if he was OK? Whatever it was, my husband laughed and gave her a big hug and some patting. What a wonderful symbiosis.