[And yes his guilt is still a big and aching wound in him, the small slither of a voice is there in his head, telling him he doesn't deserve her after everything he's done, and all the ways he's failed her. But she is still here with him, despite all those things, still telling him that she loves him. And a splinter of that gets through and sinks in somehow past all the things he tells himself, all his internal darkness. That someone does love him, unfailingly, whether he deserves it or not.
Well, he certainly feels humbled. Just as well his face is hidden in her hair.]
All right. All right, I know you do. I love you, too.
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Well, he certainly feels humbled. Just as well his face is hidden in her hair.]
All right. All right, I know you do. I love you, too.