His hand found her head beneath her hair, the back of her neck, again; cradling and supporting her; remaining strong and steady even as the rest of him utterly collapsed. Every joint releasing, every muscle going lax, probably his very bones dissolving as he melted into her; his body weightless and shapeless fitting limply in her every curve like they were bedclothes; indistinguishable landscapes. Only his hard breathing marked him as still animate; that and the gentlest tracing of his thumb through her hair.

Okay… he didn't quite have the breath or wherewithal to say yet; that was…