[Misa remains uncharacteristically quiet. Some muffled sniffling is the only audible sign that she has started crying again. The mattress sags under her slight weight as she joins him on the bed, throwing an arm over his side and touching her forehead to his shoulder.]

I love you.

[Has she said that before? She doesn't think so. Now she can't stop.]

I love you, I love you, I love you...