He finally looked up at her, trying to see how to put this. He didn't want to tell her hat she couldn't be with anyone else, but he wanted her to know that there was no one else for him. In his mind, there never would be. He loved Tink, yes, and that he knew, because he had been told so. But that was in a close, brotherly way. Not the way he felt about her. This was different, and he couldn't put it together that this was just a more intense form of the same thing.
"I mean, if I could say whatever you needed me to... you'd still go?" That wasn't what he needed to say, and he knew it. He wish he knew how to say it, even if he had no clue where to start. "Right now, you're my happy thought. I don't know what I'm going to do without it."