It doesn't matter - that he said it is enough.

"I love you," Steph whispers, both arms going around him, resting her forehead against his. She says it so easily these days, so often - that's twice in one conversation - but it's just as serious, just as earnest, just as heavy with meaning every time. Steph is physically incapable of anything else, of saying words she doesn't mean.

"I won't let you lose me. Ever. I don't care what I turn into, where I end up, as long as I don't lose you along the way."