[Dice just runs fingers through his beloved author's hair, scooting closer on the bed so he can hold him properly.]

If you say it, I don't know about believing it. [A joke, and he laughs quietly.] I'm glad you don't think you coulda done better than me, because I like havin' you around. And holding you like this. I wanna make you feel like you don't have anything to worry about when I'm here.