Above all else Zatanna understood. Maybe right now more than ever but she always felt like she had to a degree. And he did tend to lead a life where... Yeah, life expectancy wasn't exactly measured in decades. It just felt nice to hear it in his own voice without the shackles of her words. Nice enough that she let the pressure on his shoulders drop and let herself fall back onto his throbbing, precum soaked cock. "God I love you too" she mumbled, exhilarated, into the crook between his neck and left shoulder, biting a little bit as she let her pussy flex and squeeze, milking at his swollen erection. "We can take it day by day... I just can't stand the thought of you running out again. You're afraid of death... But that might kill me."