[There's the less-than-pretty part of him again, that has his heart leaping at the words I swear I won't leave you alone even if they still send him reeling. There's the part that latches on to people and holds so tightly that he's sure it must be choking and unpleasant sometimes, the horrible part that knows this but still refuses to let go until he has to (and boy, does he ever let go then).

But the relief is real, and much safer than any of those sentiments he likes to pretend don't exist. So is the gratitude. So is the reluctant admittance that even if she cries for him, it should be okay.

He's quiet for a second, but there really isn't a need to debate his answer here.]

I'll remember you. [He'll remember that Lili saw him at something less than his best, and that she didn't push him away. (He's still too shocked now to really feel frightened about that, but it will catch up to him eventually, and he'll wring his fingers until they're red out of nervousness that someone, someday will look back at these mirrors and deem him unworthy.)

But for now-- Isn't this enough?]

I'll remember. There's no way I couldn't, right? Because you aren't foolish or whatever. You're still standing here even though I keep making you cry. [Even though she saw those ugly things.]

...Thank you. I'll make sure you don't regret it.