"I have?" Wesley wondered, caught by surprise, then blushed faintly. "I mean. You... you have too. And I -- I'm not accustomed to feeling this way either. About anyone." His chest tingled where her hand lay, encouraging him to admit, "I -- that is -- you make me see things differently. Like Faith and the Capitol and vampires and demons aren't -- aren't everything, I suppose. That there's more."

He searched for words for a moment, words that would even come close to approximating what it was about her, then added earnestly, "And how I feel about you, it feels -- just as powerful as anything else. More, even."