[He looks at him or a moment, his expression softening into a small, tentative smile-- it's not as if they haven't said as much to each other before but now... well. Now it's in this context and.]
[He pulls him in the rest of the way, hugging him close.]
Yeah. You love me. [He says it quietly, with wonder, with that little thread of disbelief still there-- you love him, somehow. He loves you back. He's never going to be used to it.]