No matter how many times she hears it from him, Grace never tires of that. It's one of the few constants in her life, needing to be wanted in one way or another, and he fills it time and again, today more than ever. That it's not news makes it no less exhilarating. Kissing him, she runs her hands down his back, tipping her head to brush her nose against his cheek and kiss his jaw. "I'm yours, Jerry," she says softly. "All of me, every bit." Just saying it, she feels as if she's shaking. It's the kind of ridiculous, romantic thing someone might say in a movie, and she's alright with that, with playing as if everything is a film, but it's altogether different, even terrifying, when she means it. He's the nearest thing she's had to a home in such a long time.