His laugh is entirely pleased as he falls back into peppering her with kisses--lips and throat and collarbone with an entirely genuine joy.

"I love you." It's something he'll start saying now and probably not fully stop saying until they've fallen asleep, murmured in between the kisses. It's interrupted only when his hands, sliding up her sides, stop short of reaching too close to her shoulder blades. "'s okay?"

He knows how to navigate her scars by now, of course, but they'd held off on exactly this because of a shoulder injury, after all.