[ He feels as though he can't adequately put into words how this moment makes him feel, and as a writer, that's saying something. But when Jesse rests against him, he feels complete; more complete than he can say he's felt in a very long time. This is one moment he doesn't want to end, but it will end, whether they're ready for it or not. ]
It's more than nice, it's... [ He pauses, trying to think about what exactly this is, and how he can put it into words. But he decides to answer her question first. ]
... Maybe a little. [ And that's his own fault, just like it's always been. ]
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It's more than nice, it's... [ He pauses, trying to think about what exactly this is, and how he can put it into words. But he decides to answer her question first. ]
... Maybe a little. [ And that's his own fault, just like it's always been. ]