[ His hand feels emptier than it should when she takes it, like he's cut out part of himself to put into that letter. His hand falls limp afterwards, but this time he doesn't avert his gaze. ]

Everything. Everything I wanted to tell you, but couldn't. Everything I tried to tell you, but it was too much and you-- [ He just bites the inside of his cheek then and glances away to stare at the wall instead. ]

I'm sorry it's so long, I just didn't want to hide anything anymore. I want to know that when you tell me that you-- [ He swallows, pained. Then he tries again, softer. ] I want to know that when you tell me that you love me, it's because you know every part of me.