The touch against her jaw pulls a shiver out of her finally, but she doesn't want him to stop. It's just one more thing she never wants to stop and she burrows a little closer against him and tries to think of a better way to say it, but she can't. For someone who spends so much time writing in her journal, who jots down lines of songs she thinks might explain it a little better than she can, when it comes to actually finding the words she's at a complete loss.

Maybe she'll have to figure it out eventually, too.

"I just don't know the right words," she admits, not quite looking at him, not because she's embarrassed at all, but because she's relaxed and still a little tired and so comfortable. "Y'know, I say I love you, and I do, but sometimes they don't feel like they say everything I wanna say."