"You're strange. Weird, even. Either one of those works for you." Laughter in the words. Soft, meaningful, lingering.
"I've been called worse... but have I told you you're beautiful? Because you are." The pad of a thumb brushed against a bottom lip that twitched and pulled into a smile.
"Yeah, I believe it." A younger, comfortingly warm, gaze met an older one, a brow arching. "Oh yeah, you are definitely off your rocker." Another hint of laughter before the attention of that familiar gaze was pulled elsewhere.
"You aren't what I expected."
"I could say the same for you."
"Looks can be decieving."
"Yeah, I've heard that somewhere before." Another hint of laughter. Pulling, tugging, luring.
"Have I told you?" That familiar gaze flickering back up to meet the older one, brow arching once more in a look of question.
"...that I love you." Silence. A hint of a smile, a blush.
"I take back all that I said about you being strange and weird."
"Because to say something like that? You're definitely crazy." A pause, a hint of a shy smile, eyes averted so that what was there would go unseen. "I love you too."