He really hadn't. Only when his brother had died, begging and pleading for someone to save them, to hurt the cultists, and oh... Oh how that had backfired on him. At least, so far as the 'help' having been a demon who came only after his brothers murder.

"Not really. I can only really see you as Undertaker." A friend and confidante, his most trusted ally and companion, and now... the object of his affection. Who makes his heart race and his hands shake.

He can feel his heart sink a bit though. It had taken so much to get this far and even then, he'd had to force the words out. It's not as bad as it could be, the reassurance that he didn't say he never would.

"I don't know that you could scare me away. If you haven't already, I don't know that you ever could. I don't know where I'd be without you but I know I wouldn't be the same person I am if it weren't for you."