"Not going to be the guy that pushes. You wanted to think. You needed time. Your head was too full." He turned the ice and put it back to his nose. "Not the guy who keeps telling you that I bloody love you until you give in to shut me up..."
He sniffled and instantly regretted it, but pinched his nose through the towel, determined to finish. And I want the same thing I've wanted since I was fifteen. You. Its always been you."
Warmth dripped onto his upper lip and he groaned, tilting his head back. "Fuck. Healer."