[he lets his hand drop from her cheek to her neck, running his thumb over one of his own marks. her skin is so pale, it's a lot more noticeable than he thought it would be. good thing she likes to wear scarves.]

There is always time to look, no matter what you are wearing.

[he sighs a little. he remembers the exact moment he realized he was in love with her, even if he can't pinpoint when his feelings became love in the first place.]

You are going to laugh at me. [he takes her hand with his free one, lightly winding their fingers together.] It was the day that Jim asked you out on a date.