p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"emI love you/em, he says, and waits for the laugh. There's no possible way she will think this isn't a joke, not when he averages at least ten a day, when comedy is his crutch. Sablefrost has learned how to smile at his humour, now that it doesn't (often) offend her. Her breath catches, as she waits for the emjust kidding, eww/em or that infuriating smirk that will her he's not serious, that he's lied to her and expects her to laugh about it. Her green eyes look wide, and trapped, and he wonders if he should've told her at all. Strongclaw thinks there is perhaps time to fix this- to break out that grin. But he finds he can't. He's deadpan serious./p