[... cups his cheek, fingers touching lightly, the pad of his thumb caressing under that dark eye]
I think you're ... I'm not even sure there's a word for it. You're special in a way I can't describe. You're strong and powerful and charismatic but still so fragile and lost and—and young because you have so much more to see and do. You're—everything I wish I could have had—that Fay could have had, and I see a bit of him in you and I want to protect that. I want to protect you. Not because of Fay, but because you're you, wholly you and not like me at all because you're so—so—