Ollie almost whimpered when Faith broke off the kiss. Almost. He managed to salvage enough dignity to turn it into a content little sigh. He smiled when she didn't move away, which was honestly quite fine with him. He liked her being close. "I don't know," he told her honestly. "But I know how right that felt, and I know that I don't want to let you go, and I know that I couldn't be happy with somebody else."
He let her absorb that for a second. As odd as it seemed, it was very true. She was his missing person. It wasn't like it was some spot that anybody could have filled. This spot, and he wasn't sure why it had taken him so long to realize it, was exactly Faith-shaped. "The dreams. They aren't bad food." It was almost an after-thought, like that just went without saying. "You know it too, don't you?"