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[That gives him pause again, gazing quietly at her as those words sink in, until his shoulders slump and he leans in, bumping his forehead against hers. Just like always, she pulls him back to what's important. He's focusing on the wrong things, stressing about what shouldn't be the big issue. Right... physically, it doesn't matter. As long as he's still himself, that's enough. She'd said it before, but it means more now. He's in a better place to hear it and accept it than he was back then.]

I'm still me. [He breathes deep, then smiles faintly at her.] You're the best, you know that? You never falter.