It takes him a moment. Then, he offers a small, abashed, boyish grin. And no apology.

"I thought about writing you poetry. But I am not very good at that. I thought I should read or quote something for you, but I thought you would remember the lines before I finished them." He rolls onto his side to face her, still tracing a pattern across her stomach and hip. "I decided on this."

Entirely honest, "You're the single greatest person I have ever known, Katya. I love you."


"...I got distracted." A little sheepish, but only just.