Mmm, anything covers an awful lot. [He gently lips the side of his throat, not quite over the spot, but close to it.]

As long as you're my last sight, I'll go happy.

[And perhaps it's morbid, but he can picture them entwined and frozen as the last of the motion and life comes to a true halt. Eternally bound.]

It's hard to describe. It's...a feeling. A blush. It paints everything more vividly, and...close. It makes me feel more connection in each of those moments. The thermos. The church. The way you danced across the floor because it was stinging your feet. Oh, I loved you so much in that moment, even before you saved the books.

I could have kissed you outright.

[And then he's on the spot, nuzzling, softly dragging his lips, breath warm through their part.]

My coat. Such a sweet kindness. You always had such a flair in your miracles.

[He presses a longer kiss, a more deliberate drag of both lips, a touch of tongue.]

I love you. [With it he sends a pulse of his love through his hold of him, a light flutter of it. Another. Another, each accompanied by whispers of the same. "I love you..."]