It's a very easy thing to return the kiss with all he has, especially because in that moment he doesn't quite trust his words to say something that would adequately reflect what he's feeling. A kiss, on the other hand, is very easy to infuse with the appropriate meaning.

When he feels as if it's safe to trust his words again -- and right around when he needed to draw a breath -- he draws out of the kiss and rests their foreheads together, his eyes shut contentedly.

"Our fortune has turned out rather well," he murmurs, his voice thicker. "If nothing else, we've gotten married and literally walked into our marital home without so much as one word of argument from anyone else. I'd say that was lucky for us."