[Shakes his head, lingering close still too, eventually putting his forehead right back against Shiro's again, something a little softer and less desperate in the gesture this time but wanting to keep the feeling of it anyway, hearing the doubt in himself that Shiro doesn't voice.]
It wasn't just luck. [He murmurs to him more tenderly somehow, a little lighter, like there'd be a cheeky smile there if this were a different conversation. With that same belief in Shiro that's relentless, that knows no bounds.] Couldn't have ever been luck or fate or whatever else alone that made me love you.
It was always because it's you, because of who you are. That's never changed.