"Ow, woman, that hurt." He glared at her for a moment and then pulled her in and kissed her soundly.
"Because." She was still crying a little and he felt a little heaviness in his own heart, something he hadn't felt for a very long time, not since she'd come back again.
"Every time I kiss you good morning, or make those eggs you like, or leave the toilet seat down for you, I'm saying it, you daft fool. Just not in so many words. You know I'm no good at the serious shite."
He took a breath and leaned his forehead against her cheek. "You think you might love me too?"