He looks down at you, trying to smile but it doesn't reach his eyes. "And thanks, I like you.—No, I love you."

He confesses, not even hoping you'll accept it and return his feelings. His eyes widen when he feels you hug him tightly, his arms instinctively holding you as he leans against your shoulder, his gaze softening as his eyes close down. "Love you...." he murmurs softly and sniffs your heavenly hair.