[Encouraged at the sound of his sigh, and at his touch, his expression slowly softening into something a little less guilty, and more warm -- fond, as he watches him]
... The scar over my eye. [Since you're touching it] And the one over my heart. You have one that matches, now.
[Bites his lip a bit] ... My mouth. And lips. My smile. My voice. It's -- your favorite sound in the world. [Blinks back tears a bit at that because he-- he really wants to believe that, damn it, and takes a moment to get his voice steady again] The sound of my laugh.