In the end it is always the little things that mean the most.
She may not be ready for him to put his feelings into words but he can show her in a myriad of quiet ways that cannot be mistaken for anything but a declaration of her place in his world.
When she hurts, he reaches out to take her hand.
Fingers interlaced, the cool of his rings a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand. His thumb gently caressing, a reminder that he is there to share her burden.
And always will be.