He sits back and looks at him in confusion for a second, replaying it all in his head. It wasn't a deliberate slight on his part; he had simply gotten lost in all of the other conversation. He had wanted him to know, first and foremost, that there are other things he wanted to address first.

"I know you love me," he finally says, cupping his face. "I didn't realize that was something you worried about. Look, you're a lot of things, and you're far from perfect, but you're a goddamn loyal bastard. And yeah, I panicked a bit at first, but that's just because I'm a mess. But it doesn't mean that I ever really doubt that you love me. Just - god, please don't leave me alone here if you can help it. I know I can't ask anything of you and I shouldn't, but please. Don't."