[Ivan goes slightly dazed and breathless for a moment, a rare light flush high on his cheeks. He probably looks a little dumb, eyes unblinking, fixated on Till's face. The only thing saving him from tripping them both up is the years of training under his belt.

It takes him a beat too long to realize he hasn't responded but it's like his world just got rearranged into something that feels more like a dream than reality. Till pulled the words from his own head, his heart, really. How is it that less than a year ago, he felt like he was dying, his love something toxic and deadly, eating away at him until there would be nothing left but an empty shell and now he's getting everything he ever wanted?

A stomp on his foot, jump starts his brain, gets his vital organs back online, whether it's intentional or an accident he's not sure but the pain helps.]

You feel that way when you look at me? At least right now? Because it feels like I've had this hole inside of me my entire life. Maybe it's my heart or maybe it's my soul but it's been waiting for you. You're the only one that can make me whole...like it's Till-shaped.