He made it past this the night before, with the piano - when she started telling him everything he is to her, everything he means, and it had been almost more than he could take and he needed to hide himself in her until he could breathe again. This isn't like that - this is sleepy and relaxed and he's close to dozing against her, half lost in how much he loves just feeling her with him - but it's an echo of it. Whenever she tells him that he makes her happy - tells him, leaves nothing free for any other interpretation - it fills him up almost to overflowing, and it comes to him again how he would do anything for her. Anything at all, to hear her say that.

"Don't think that's kinda oversimplifyin'?" he asks softly, but he doesn't think it really is, and after a second he adds, softer, "You make me real happy, too."

But he knows she knows that.