Eliot silentlly flaggelated himself more, from the pain and pleading that he put in her voice. He remembered Hardison questioning who'd want to marry him from the dream - his own subconscious reminding him of his self-worth.
Eliot extended his hand out to her, palm open. He was lucky April even wanted him in her life, let alone profess love for him. He'd felt what it'd been like when he thought she'd been missing; to have her gone for real would crush him.
But it wasn't too late, and April came to him and he pulled her into his arms. He buried his face into her hair. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, his tone rough. "If you can only believe one thing of me, please let it be that you know I love you."