A/N: Another drabble post because... I dunno, like I said there are a bunch of drabbles that I want on NOLY.

This one is a post-"Harvest Festival" thing. I like it, and I like thinking about April talking to Andy about why she needed to hear him say it. Oh, wait. Did I say I like thinking about that? No, it burns me up and makes me want to lie on the floor for twelve hours.

"You know what it's like to feel like that?" April asked in a quiet voice at some ungodly hour, unable to sleep.

She couldn't find any. Despite how comforting hearing him finally say those words, and knowing that he meant them and loved her, April couldn't stop saying things to him. Words just kept spilling out of her, no matter how hard she tried to stopper them. They kept coming, but the beautiful thing? He kept listening.

"No," he admitted, squeezing her tighter. Andy nuzzled the back of her head, kissing her there before settling. "Uh, you always think that… y'know, about me?"

"I got what you meant but, like, it was like a constant mess of wondering and what-if's," April sighed and slinked into a smaller form with her knees held tight against her chest. Andy just snuggled around her deeper, embracing her and warming everything that seemed so cold. "Like, what if you didn't care about me or all that-"

"Whoa, now that's dumb," he laughed into her neck and kissed her again. "April, you're… like, the coolest person ever."

"Why didn't you say it back then?" she didn't turn around because, even though she doubted the dark would betray her, she didn't want him to look at her like this.

"Because I thought it was obvious," he answered quickly, taking one hand and shifting the blanket all the way around them again. "I do, y'know, like super love you."

"Andy, it's obvious to you but I need to hear it okay?" she whispered. April could share all of this with him, but only like this: quiet, secretly, and at night in bed. Turning in his arms, she nestled into his chest where her voice was muffled as she said, "I just need you to say it, all right?"

For a second he said nothing, and in that second April wondered. Just like before, her mind ran free with thoughts and concerns that needn't be there. She knew better, in all truths this was most apparent, but at the same time April didn't want to be wrong. As she said, she needed to hear these things.

"Whatever you need," he looked down and Andy's face was all the joy that he always had, but with a touch of something else that she figured was just her eyes playing tricks on her. "I'll tell you every day. Whatever makes you happy, babe. Ooh, I could totally get one of those birds with the paper on their feet or one of the bands that sings messages to you… yeah. That'd be cool right?"

She could only stand looking at him for another moment before she had to hug him tighter and wrap her legs around his waist. Digging her heels into his back, she rested her head against his chest again and sighed. She could die like this and be content. It was just them and that's all it would ever need to be, and April loved it beyond anything her simple words could say.

"That all sounds awesome. You're the best," she mumbled. "Love you."

"You too," he whispered before kissing the top of her head. April fell asleep easily with those words clear in her head and his hands rubbing softly along her back.