"You're perfect." He kisses her.

Happy affectionate snuggly kisses!!!

Yes those.

"I don't think I quite know enough about you to say perfect but you're definitely amazing."

He smiles crookedly. "Oh, I'm definitely not perfect."

"Mm?"

"Mm." Nuzzle.

Nuzzle. "Is it something you want to talk about? I'm--good at listening."

He laughs softly. "It's not - I don't know. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably not that."

"I'm not thinking of anything in particular. It just seems like having something you can't talk about would be--worse than not."

"?"

Shrug. "I--don't want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me. Secrets can be stressful. If it's not that way for you then that's fine, just...I want to make you happy."

"Mm. I want to make you happy too." Kiss. "I'm not really the secretive type."

Kiss. "I don't expect you to have trouble with that."

Giggle. Kiss.

Mmm lovely kisses.

"Well, we can thoroughly scratch this room off the checklist."

Kiss.

"I love you," he says, hugging her.

Awww!

"You're a sweetheart," she says, hugging back.

He laughs. "It's a new look on me but I think I like it."

"I like it too!" Cheeksmooch.

He giggles delightedly.

"Is the sweetheartness-being-new part of what you meant by not perfect? --Alternately I can stop prying."

"Mm..."

He considers how to explain.

"...Me and my parents, back home, we had this thing going on where I'd do something criminally horrible and they'd find a way to cover it up and tell me how disappointed they were and then I'd do something else and start the whole thing over again. Eventually I got so fed up that I decided to stop being horrible just so they'd stop hiding it like that."

"Wow, that's way worse than my mom."

He laughs. "Oh? What'd your mom do?"