"Maybe," he says, knowing he ought to see a doctor, knowing it's probably the safest bet, but he can't focus on anything but Karen right now. His head aches, but he smiles and lifts his hand to her face, brushing back some of her hair.

It's not the most ideal timing, not the most romantic situation, but he should have told her a long time ago now. Their time in Darrow could very well be limited, especially with how they tend to conduct themselves, like they have tonight, throwing themselves into danger without really thinking about it. If it's something he feels, she ought to know.

"You looked like a superhero," he tells her with a smile. "Coming in through the door like you did and all I could think was how much I love you."