Any needling worry that he might have had that she wouldn't say it back disappears the second her lips meet his and when she says it, when she actually says it, he experiences this weird moment of not being able to remember where they are, what they're doing, why they're doing it; he only knows that he loves her and she loves him, which is kind of amazing and he knows that there's a lot of happy couples out there and that's great but seriously, he's pretty sure he and Kate would blow the rest of them out of the water. "The fact that I can just say that whenever I want to," he tells her, rising to meet her height so that he can pull her closer, kiss her more deeply, "y'know, that I love you? That's pretty awesome. I hope you don't get sick of it because I don't have a lot of people to say it to so the novelty's not going to wear off anytime soon."

The food is left forgotten as he kisses her again because how can he not want to be as close to her as he can be when they've just told each other something to important? He wants all of her, wants to give her all of him, but it's like he can't get close enough. He kisses down the side of her neck, rests his hands on her hips and pulls so they're grinding. "You and I have a game to finish up," he murmurs, smiling against her jaw. "Sexy Chicken waits for no one."