S'what makes you perfect t'me.

[ his voice is soft, as he raises his right tentacle to rest on her head again. he's sure to do so carefully, not wanting to put his full weight on her. ]

All of you, how you are, how you try to be, how you try not t'be. I love that. I love you. [ he places a kiss to her forehead. ]

...'m not that good at this mushy stuff. Heheh.