[He's laughing again before he leans in to kiss her, something slow and sweet and again, just because he can. He has no idea how long they have here, whether or not either of them is going to pop off home again and there's that sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of her going grey for any reason or just not being there one day, so he's trying to lose himself in what he has now. To drown in Rachel on the chance that happens, he has something he can remember.
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Not that he's going to come out and say that.]
I love you.
[But he can say that. All the time.]