And for once, he was proud.
He pulled his head back to look at her, still giggly and impish, when she explained what she still needed from him. But he was, undoubtedly, still crying. So when she asked, it made even less sense - that giant grin coupled with the big, wet tears cutting down his cheeks.
"I'm crying 'cause I've never felt so alive. 'Cause I'm happy. 'Cause you love me." That last one was spoken with just a hint of tease in his voice, as he was still very, very proud of the admission. He reached up with one hand and rubbed his eye with a fist, then did the same for the other. Now they were red, raw, and still glowing with joy.
"Of course I'm gonna guide you through it. Every little bit of it. You could ask me a million questions for the rest of our lives, if you want. Don't care. You love me."
It was safe to say that it was fortunate she didn't want to cut his heart out at that very moment. If she had, he would have ripped his own chest apart for her, just because she'd asked.
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