[Something he never might have said back before he knew the peace of death, but something he thinks he certainly should say now:]
If I haven't mentioned it before...[He's smiling - he's been smiling - but that same human, self-conscious look creeps onto his brow; there's so much to be ashamed of, embarrassed by. It's a face he used to make a lot as a kid.]
I do like you.
[They're in love, of course. They're married. He's said it far more to her than he has to anyone else.
[He's said other things too. That he hates her. He regrets that now...]
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[Something he never might have said back before he knew the peace of death, but something he thinks he certainly should say now:]
If I haven't mentioned it before...[He's smiling - he's been smiling - but that same human, self-conscious look creeps onto his brow; there's so much to be ashamed of, embarrassed by. It's a face he used to make a lot as a kid.]
I do like you.
[They're in love, of course. They're married. He's said it far more to her than he has to anyone else.
[He's said other things too. That he hates her. He regrets that now...]
If that matters...