The corner of his mouth quirked in a smile and he finally turned to look at her. Illya crossed the room and gave her another gentle kiss on the temple, cupping her head in his hands. "I love you too, my Gaby. Sleep well."
He could live with her needing her space and some time to process this. It was, of course, a lot to deal with. At least it was out now. Illya was confident that he would never do anything like that again. He was too in love with Gaby to risk losing her.