[He looks at her and smiles a little, a hand is raised to caress her face, pushing very, very lightly at her features as if to shoo away the small frown. Then it settles for caressing her cheek slowly.]

I don't care about fairytales anymore, you can read them or read something else. I'm more happy with you reading out-loud by my side than I would have ever been as a child with all the fairytales in the world.

And you don't have to make up for anything, none of that was your fault after all.

[Only because they are all alone, that's the only reason why he's dereing this much.]