"Then… We'll write a song," he finally said, gently placing his hands on her face before she had a chance to interrupt him. "And we'll put it in the show, and no matter how bad things get or whatever happens, whenever you hear it or when you sing it or whistle it or hum it…" He desperately kissed her forehead, indifferent to his own rambling. "Then you'll know it'll mean… it'll mean that we love each other. I won't get jealous," he assured her, emphasizing his point with another kiss.