He's still holding her, still showering her with affection, and it's too much. She's overwhelmed in the best possible way, and tears fall warm against his shoulder. There's no outright sobbing, no hysterics. But Christ, she's so happy there was nothing else to do for it.

When she finally pulls back, tears drying on her cheeks, she smiles up at him, touching his face almost reverently.

"This is what I want. You. Us."