Daisy doesn't know the way you tell people you love them. She's only said those words once before and it was when she was saying goodbye to the man she'd come to think of as a father. How do you tell someone that they mean so much to you that sometimes it's hard to breathe? Where do you tell them that your life would be full of so much less light without them in it? When do you inform them that you would move mountains to keep them safe and happy? All she knows is that if this was the only chance she'd get, she couldn't not take it.

Hearing Neal talk about love with those emotions in his voice... It's heartbreaking and terrifying. He should never sound like that when speaking on any subject, he deserves so much better than the pain in his voice right now. But what if that pain is still there because he doesn't—

No. She did not say those words with the expectation that he'd return them. She is not that kind of person and she won't let herself think like one.

I'm sorry still nearly kills her, though. His tears bring on her own again, though she tries her best to hold them back, and the sting of what she knows is rejection approaching makes her want to recoil.

I want to say it too breaks her heart in a new way she's never felt before. Expecting to be tossed aside like so many other times in her life, he's loving her without the words — and that's okay because she doesn't need them.

"It's okay," she assures him, her quiet voice cracking with emotion. Her hands frame his face and he's so cold she can hardly feel the difference between his skin and her own. "It's okay, Neal, you don't have to say it."

Her hands move to his forearms, gently tugging to pull his hands from her hair. He took care of her during those horrible days at the Gull — it's her turn now to take care of him. "Come on, we need to get you inside, we've been out here too long."