" Good, because I am not very good with actually saying things I feel. Even if I write songs for a living and sing all about feelings." leaning his head into her hand " I wanted to say it before I sink back into my shell again." he looked to her. " Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of being this version of me all the time, in fact hardly ever. If we do this together, it's going to be hard for you sometimes, and scary and sometimes you may not hear from me for days at a time. And sometimes it's going to feel like I am an icy asshole, but just remember that has nothing to do with you. Even if I can't say things the right way, even if I screw up, which I will, and make you cry...it's you I will always come back to when the choice is mine."

He brought his hand up brushing a lock of her curly damp hair back away from her face. Letting his fingers trail down the length of hair before leaning back onto the pillow. " Using the bathroom is going to suck so bad for us for a few days." he said looking to the ceiling.