Christ, she was beautiful. Looking at her almost hurt, his heart too big for his ribcage. He ran his thumb gently over her chin, and resisted the urge to tell her that he loved her. Same page or not, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I ain't lookin' at anyone else, either," he murmured gently. Or thinking about anyone else, if Bobbie was worried. "So if you want me, Bobbie Draper, you've got me."