[ Caleb words it all perfectly so that all Fjord can do is nod here and there, hands flat on Caleb's back as he draws random circles around his shoulders. At the bevvy of compliments he gives him a Look, kissing him fondly; better to ride the high of those than be a concerned git and waffle on any more about his own airy fears (which have less and less purchase with every kiss, consequently). ]

You're the smartest man I know, I've seen you do things that awe and humble me. I'm grateful for your sweetness but the truth is I'm not half as thoughtful or kind as you; you made us a home, Caleb. It may disappear each day but knowing it's there and we all belong in it ... you touched a lot of hearts with that.

And, since you mention it ...

[ He trails his open mouth down a neck to rake tusks along a pulse, gnawing playfully at the join of a shoulder. ]

I'm very, very glad I get to see you naked in a bath, all for me.