He's exhaling slowly, trying to summon out whatever English that he has and he doesn't know how to say this properly. Six weeks of living together under each other's feet and being married, even falsely. He's been living with her and realizing he wants to live with no one else in the world. He wants this, but he'd never thought that she did.

The kiss is more hope than he's had in months. "You want me?" he asks, because this is easy to ask. This is easy enough to find out.