“I didn’t want things to change…” he gives her a soft smile. “I was basically terrified of losing you…” These are no small admissions that he is making right now, and he isn’t entirely sure what’s making it all spill out like this.

He traces one finger feather-light against her cheek, “I love you, Steph…” his fingers brush lightly against her arm, “Your mind,” he kisses her temple, “Your smile,” this one is to her lips, “not what the serum made you.”