There are absolutely no words. Zero! – that can accurately describe Gideon's feelings towards her adept. She doesn't even know how to begin to try to find one, let alone a whole sentence full of them. At the same time, they seem to be hurtling towards some cliff she hadn't been aware they were even standing near only a few minutes ago, and she is extremely worried that she may have just drop-kicked them both off it.

"You're my adept," she says, firmly, because I could never be shouldn't ever apply to Harrow, unless it's I could never be as funny as you, Gideon. She's not sure what she should be saying; she's only sure she should head whatever this is off at the pass. "You're everything I need you to be and more. And I –"

I've spent my life breaking myself on the rocks just to get your attention seems wrong, so she doesn't say it. "I'm better when you're there. We both are. We... I don't know! I'm not good with words, Harrow. I just want to be with you. I want you to want me with you."