Tap, tap, tap.

Three taps, three words.

I love you.

It was a gesture so simple, yet so meaningful. A small sign of affection shared between you two. Words unspoken but still understood. A sort of special signal between you and Phillip. Whether it be late at night while you two lay quietly in bed together, or during a mission briefing, a hand would slip under the table, to make one simple gesture.

Tap, tap, tap.

I love you.

And even now, when you lay bleeding out in his arms after a mission gone wrong, your hand reaches up to his cheek. Too weak to say it yourself with words, you offer him one final message.

Tap, tap, tap.

I love you.