He had stopped finally, just broken and staring at her in horror as she seemed prepared to cut the letters. He couldn't bear it if she did, it was too much- he shook his head silently, feeling all the words and air choked out of him. A stupid note from Gellhorn was nothing more than the equivalent of a hunting trophy; Abi's letters were real.
He sort of whimpered in relief as she dropped them and automatically moved toward her, even though her expression wasn't exactly welcoming. He followed her gaze, looking at the mess he'd made and knowing that he was going to feel the hurt of it later. He supposed that wrecking his own writing was a sort of self-harm, an odd sort of way of punishing himself for hurting her. But he would gladly throw the typewriter out of the fucking window if it would make her believe him.
When she started, he was sure she was going to say she couldn't be with him and even though it was only for a second the pain that washed over him was unbearable. The world came crashing to an end and then stuttered back to life again.
"I promise, I promise- no more. I don't want anyone else. I love you. You're everything- I'm yours, I'm always yours," he was insisting, feeling a horrible mix of sheer relief and overwhelming guilt. He hated how badly he'd hurt her. He could be better moving forward, but he could never erase this.
Her lips found his and his hands lifted to cup her face possessively as he returned her rough kiss. His words seemed pathetic, but maybe the intensity of his kiss could express how much he belonged to her, how desperately he loved her.