"I know," Wolfe whispers softly, reaching to cup Chris' jaw with one hand and brush the tears from his cheek gently with his thumb. "I know on my bones how much you love me. I know in the way you curl your fingers in my shirt and how your eyes twinkle when you've a wicked thought you want to visit on me one way or another. I know in how it makes you so happy to know I love you the same, how you lean into me... I have never and will never doubt your love, Chris, because your heart is one of the most precious gifts I've ever been given, and it's my life's purpose to make sure it's safe." His soft smile tugs a little, wrinkles at the eyes for the anxiety that always creeps in. "You talk about being worthy of me or doing right by me but that feels... That feels wrong. This isn't a matter of worth. You and I, we've had to grow into big spaces. Champion, King, heroes, saviors, responsibilities... But with you I can just be... Me. And I want you to be able to feel that with me as well. You're only Chris, and everything that entails, good or bad. All I ever want from you... Is you."