[And despite the no-nonsense tack she's taken with him, or perhaps because of it - it's familiar, and he loves her, even if he hasn't been the very best at showing it - he curls his arm around her in turn and rests his chin on the top of her head. Sighs out all the exhaustion and confusion and dark feelings he's been wreathed in since awakening here. Or since, really, for as long as he cares to remember.]

Well, um. I suppose it'd put something of a dampener on any dramatic speeches I was trying to make.

[More seriously, though.]

But I'll try it, promise.