"I know," Will replied softly. In a sea of doubt, that was something of which he was entirely certain. He'd shown her the most shameful, pathetic parts of himself, stuff he still couldn't bring himself to tell his own brothers, and she had taken each one in her hands like it was a precious thing. Like he was a precious thing. He didn't know that he deserved it, but he'd never stop being grateful for it.
His hands closed around hers. An anchor, he'd thought before, and he tried to hold onto that image in his mind. Whatever happened, she wouldn't let him drift. He trusted that. "I love you, too."