[ He watches her for a moment and finally, after a frown and pressed lips, he reaches over to scoops her up. She's not heavy, even wet. At least not to him. And he doesn't mind at all. ]

Hold onto the things that make you feel like Pepper.

[ He doesn't want to say this but- ]

The things that match your scars.

[ A faint smile over at her. ]

And anything else you want. Some things don't match mine, but I think they're still good.

As long as you feel like Pepper.