How could he? After tonight, how could he even pretend? Still, there's no point in trying to contest the point or brush it off, she'd see right through him either way. "Guess we c'n both use regular remindin', then," Sean says, letting his jeans lay where they fall as he crawls back under the covers, ready to drop. A part of him chafes at being known so deeply, but it's an increasingly tiny part. More and more, it's just a comfort, a need for no more surprises, at least in this. "Love you."