[he doesn't interrupt her, because he doesn't know how. his brain helpfully tries to supply him with several negative retorts, but he ignores them all and just listens, mouth open just so like he can't believe it, like he wants to speak. his grip on her hands is so tight until she squishes his face in making the little 'o' turn into more of a fish mouth.]

[he laughs nervously and finds his visions blurs, which makes him squeeze his eyes shut as her words echo over and over. he doesn't think he would be near to crying about this if he wasn't already riding some very hyped up emotions.]

I love you too. [it's what spills out in his refusal to deny her feelings towards him. he wants them, he wants to be loved, no matter what all his instincts try to tell him otherwise. he looks up at her, taking her face in his hands too, because he needs her to know he loves her back. he has so many things he wants to say and no idea where to begin!!!] I feel so much with you, and I want it all. I want to love you like this. You give me hope too, for myself and for so many other things.

[he shudders briefly.] You did not bring me home. You are home.