{ it's incredible that someone so eloquent the majority of the time almost ends up a garbled mess at the words thoma says. ayato struggles, he's been struggling the last few weeks to try and put the words together and the reality is he still wasn't prepared despite trying to make this very clear here and now.

he hadn't wanted a repeat of last time, where they shuffled awkward around each other, not knowing how to act anymore.

so, for a long moment, all he can do is show it on his face. he lets his expression actually show what he feels. he shows the affection and adoration he has for thoma. he shows how much he means to him, how much he'd try to keep him safe and out of harm. how much these touches and kisses mean.

his hands move from their places at the back of thoma's neck, on his arm, to gently cup his face in both hands, drinking in the sight thoma makes when he looks at him like that. }

If you ask it of me, I'll give you anything you want. I'd give you the world, if I could. Though unfortunately the most I can offer is merely myself. I may not have realised the... extent of how I feel until fairly recently, but I-- { but his words catch in his throat, and he sighs frustrated with himself to the point he has to press his forehead against thoma's } I cannot imagine ever being with anyone else.

{ it isn't the same words, but hopefully conveys enough of a message that will give him the time to get the rest out before long. }