[Lets him pin him down, blinking only once in surprise and then just kind of looking up at him, processing the words - and then blinking a whole lot more in an effort to keep the tears in]
Aramis. [Tugs one hand free if only so he can reach up and cup his cheek, smiling a little after a moment] You don't... You romantic fool.
Does it hurt to think of them, sometimes? Yes. Of course it does. [...] But any pain I went through because of any of them... it was just a means for me to get to you, to realize what I feel for you. I already said that-- we already said that it was just a matter of finding each other.
... I'm yours, you idiot. For as long as you want me, you have me. You don't need to love me as anything other than yourself, as much as you want to give me. [Even if there are things he can't give you and he's not perfect, even if you end up loving someone else more, ultimately] You're different. You always will be.