[Despite everything, Delmar still flushes a deep pink when she kisses his cheek. These small everyday affections between friends he's been starved of his whole life so each time his hand is taken or someone sits beside him without hesitation it feels like a monumental occurrence. So a hug or a kiss to the cheek seem like small cherished miracles.]

No you are not.

[He gives her hand a squeeze]

And I don't want to ever lose you either.