[ Reiner, on the other hand, doesn't miss it. He's still flustered, getting bombarded by images of his own assets (haha), overwhelmed by all the evidence of how much Jean appreciates him. But "love" cuts through it all, searing his chest, branding his heart. ]
You love me?
[ He asks automatically, his mental voice stripped of any barriers, any walls. He just can't quite believe: ]
LOOOVE
You love me?
[ He asks automatically, his mental voice stripped of any barriers, any walls. He just can't quite believe: ]
Me?