He takes a deep, ragged breath as he stares up at the ceiling, his lips resting on the crown of her head. He swallows thickly and gives her another squeeze as something really does sink in.
"...Love you," he whispers, his face in the scrunched expression of one who's brain has finally caught up with his heart and and his tone that of one once more blown away by the intensity of things he's been feeling for a very long time.
"God, I love you..." he repeats, with more conviction as he holds her close. And holy crap, those can't be threatening tears stinging his eyes. Nope. John Sheppard does. Not. Cry. ...Ever.
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Date: 2008-05-13 01:27 am (UTC)"...Love you," he whispers, his face in the scrunched expression of one who's brain has finally caught up with his heart and and his tone that of one once more blown away by the intensity of things he's been feeling for a very long time.
"God, I love you..." he repeats, with more conviction as he holds her close. And holy crap, those can't be threatening tears stinging his eyes. Nope. John Sheppard does. Not. Cry. ...Ever.