Jerry just about smiles at that, though it isn't much of one, soft, fond, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She's as good as just asking him to say it again, but he doesn't mind that. Little as he knows about all of this, he's pretty sure it isn't the sort of thing to establish once and never give voice to again, and especially when he didn't mean for her to hear it, he probably owes it to her to tell her the right way. It's certainly more than true enough. It has been for a long time, and he thinks maybe he should tell her that, too, but he doesn't know how. For the time being, this is enough.

"I love you," he says, voice still quiet, leaning in for another kiss once he's spoken. "Grace —" That's it, though, all there really is to say, even if it feels like there should be more, like just that much isn't sufficient. It hardly seems to sum it up, how crazy he is about her, how absolutely lost he was without her, but he'll just have to hope all of that speaks for itself.