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He's pacing the floor back and forth, running through each and every thing he wants to say to her.

Ever since he left her place this morning to put on his armor, as she so lovingly put it, he can't stop thinking about all myriad of feelings he wants to tell her. He's never felt like this before. He's never wanted to pour his heart out to a partner, no matter how much that partner wanted him too.

He figures it's because he's never felt this way about anyone, the way he feels about her. The depth of his feelings for her could cover the expanses of the earth, and he just needs her to know it.

He tried to focus on locking down Robert's clients and tried to focus on work with Samantha but all he could think about was Donna.

He hasn't confided in her yet, but he already feels lighter, freer. It's almost like his entire life he's only been taking half breaths, only partially filling up his lungs. With her, it's like he can finally feel take a deep breath, the irony that he feels lightheaded with love all the time now not lost on him.

He wanted to bring her here because he wanted her to show her all the things she's helped him accept, the list endless.

He can't stop pacing from the living room to the kitchen as he runs through his speech again. He is glad Louis interrupted him this morning because he finds he agrees with her, he wants her to hang on every word. He wants to see her eyes glass over and her breath hitch in her throat. He wants her to feel the depth of emotions he feels. Mostly, he just wants her to know that he's ready to do this and he's ready to say all the things she's wanted him to say since the very beginning.

He's in the kitchen, wearing a whole in the tile, when he hears the door handle jiggle and her footsteps in the hall.

He loves her, and he's finally ready to tell her, so once again he takes three steps forward to make his way to her.