[Griffin didn't think it was possible for him to melt into even more of a mushy puddle, but here he is - smiling so hard, it made his face hurt and his chest ache.]

No matter how many Hells there are... I can bear it all if you're there.

[Brushing hair out of her perfect, sweat soaked brow, he relaxes with a bashful laugh,]

...my jaw is really sore, though.