"Because you're funny, and brave, and smart, and my life is better with you in it," he says immediately, brushing the door with his thumb. "Because you make ballerina cookies with whippet-thin waists, and smell like rose-oil, and took care of me when I was a kitten, and baked me croissants, and you speak French, and made me a Safe S-Sex on the Beach, and put up with me when I was a snot, and you're resilient, and make spiderbots, and give great embraces, and hate winter, and you're never afraid to tell me what you're thinking and most times I need to hear it, and I'm just so comfortable around you that when I thought you were dead I sat up and cried for hours."