"I am happy," Ned reassures, and it is true. Despite the odds, considering it wasn't all that long ago he was pinned under a bookcase, he feels light and elated. The words keep running through his head in a dizzy echo and he asks, burying his grinning face in Daneel's shoulder, "Say it again?"

He needs to hear Daneel say it again, now that he knows what is coming. Needs to hear him say it with different inflections, different expressions on his grave face. Ned thinks it is quite possible that he could never get sick of hearing Daneel tell him he loves him.