[ He rests his forehead against hers, a hand moving from her hips to rest on her chest. This time, he's not groping her breasts - not yet, anyway - but rather, he's putting his hand over her heart to feel it beating. ]

I love you, Mion. It's not just a matter of liking you... I don't want to imagine a future where I'm not spending it with you.

[ He knew that before he even knew that he liked her. ]