[Oh my gosh, you goose. He looks way too surprised and happy about this. They're not stuck in a shitty motel room or a tiny campsite, but she hadn't shared a bed with him back then because she had to, either. But maybe that's why she's bringing it up now, because somehow she'd suspected it hadn't gotten through to him yet. She's said she loves him in writing, in gestures - hasn't she said it out loud yet?

It doesn't matter. If she says it enough, maybe he'll believe her. She ruffles his hair fondly and considers pinching his slightly fuzzy cheeks, but decides to not trample all over the mood.]

Don't make that face at me. I love you. I've never stopped. [Kissing again, because honestly, who needs concentration?] Don't you remember how I used to want you? Well, it'll like that, except... we'll... have to be careful and I'll chop you up into little pieces if you try to leave the apartment without me.