[... Shifts a little so he can hug him close, nuzzling against his jaw for a moment and just sighing out, brushing down his neck and kissing over each mark he left apologetically, his touch stupidly gentle]
You love my hair. And my eyes. [Let's start with physical features, that's easier to say without getting immediately wibbly.] And my scars. Not because I was ever hurt, but because you were there to help me, because they prove I survived.