[His gaze is half-lidded but fixed on Shiro, leaning right in with him, almost bowing into the brush of their foreheads together. Even now the notion shakes him, not just awed that Shiro's with him, is his, but that even after all that happened, he isn't lost to him after all somehow.]
I'm. [His breathing rattles softly, hurts where he ignores the straining in his ribs, and he's biting his lip before nodding just so. Yes. He knows.] You don't know how glad it makes me. To have you. Be yours - call you mine.