Martin listened, and knew instinctively how hard it must have been for her to say it. She's telling the truth. You know it. He also knew it was an unmistakeable fact. She looked like she might cry again, and Martin was sure he couldn't bear that. An angel... Crying over him... That was something he wouldn't, no, couldn't, have. He took her hand, held it in a firm but gentle grip. He knew he wouldn't feel this way about anyone else. He looked her in the eye, grinned, and kissed Auvrea quickly, broke away to whisper "I love you" in her ear, and then kissed her again.