It was...difficult to communicate what he meant, exactly. The words were good words, and they came out well enough. But they weren't just platitudes or friendly attempts to make her feel better. They were...strong emotions trying to climb out of the constraints of the words he had chosen. Acting on a daily basis, Kingsley was quite aware of his words, and that wasn't necessarily helping in this instance.
His other hand brought up his glass, and Kingsley drank a bit more of it. The circles he was able to run on in his mind around words and thoughts and so much more were really not helping at the moment. Kings wanted to live the moment, not analyze it from a detached point of view while he was still a part of it. "It's...I'm glad to do it, all of it," Kingsley replied with a smile, "I meant what I said." Just what had he said?