[Not... sure if he can say anything to that right away, so he doesn't try -- instead, just pulling her in close again, kissing her gently.]
[And pulls back soon enough to hug her, holding her close, but gently.]
It's not selfish... you never could be. [You're wonderful and he doesn't deserve you but he's... so glad that he had as much time with you as he did. And he will think of her. Always. He knows that as long as he's "alive", and even once he comes back, she will never be forgotten.]
[But the concept of saying goodbye to her... to actually saying it, and knowing that it's probably true -- it's too much. He's never been good with goodbyes.]
[Nods, gently, brushing his fingers through her hair briefly]
I know, Guinevere. I love you, too. More than I'll ever be able to say. [More than he'll ever be able to tell you.]