Possibly it should seem worrying that they've come so far without discussing any of what's between them, but it does seem to work well enough, feeling their way along instead. Words would be simultaneously too much and too little to say what he means, but he's doing well finding ways to express at least a little of it. More than just well, judging by the way she's still curled against him, her heartbeat strong and racing right against him, echoing his own.

As far as he's concerned, he's hers for as long as she wants him. Both in the immediate sense and long-term. That stays unsaid because it seems overwhelming, too much of a commitment for something so new, though admittedly something that's been building for a long while. After everything they've lived through, though, he can't imagine trying to connect with anyone who hasn't. All the time it's taken for them to work past their own and one another's defenses, that painstakingly gained ground is not so easily lost.

Rather than dwell on the heavy sense of possibility, though, he just laughs, little more than a soft breath against her, at that eloquent summation of everything that's happened today. Until they have to move he's going to make the most of this, curling together close and warm and (for the moment) safe.

"Yeah," he agrees, because. Yeah. Holy shit.