She should say something. She was fairly sure of that. Anything seemed inadequate except that and now she'd waited too long to say it and he'd think she was just saying it because he had and she didn't want that. She wanted him to believe her because it wasn't something she'd said but to one other person and...

A slight flash of guilt at the realization that she did want to, at least part of her, say it back and wondering what that said about the other.

Thoughts flew around each other and chased through her head until she couldn't follow and so she clung to him.