[Something brightens in his eyes looking back at Shiro, not quite so close to spilling over but there, as he nods a little. Letting himself tentatively lean into his hand, his touch. He really doesn't know how to handle his expressions at all, the way he looks at him, much less the words again.]
Mmm. [He knows he's shaking and elects to ignore it, feeling inadequate over his words still somehow, but focused on staring at Shiro instead, with no small amount of wonder. You love him. You--]
You're [god, everything] so important to me. Always. I really...