[ credence laughs, kind and fond, and bumps their foreheads together before kissing him again. it's youthful, affectionate, loving. then he's shifting to be as close as possible, barely audible even right up against his ear. ]

If I so much as look at someone else I don't deserve you. But really, no one could hope to compare.

[ a sigh before he continues: ] I can't trust anyone else. But more than that, you're the only person to treat me like a fellow person. To you I'm not a toy, a plaything, something inhuman and precious to watch over like an art piece in a museum. I'm a person to protect.

[ a kiss below his ear. ] You're it. There's not someone else.