No, now is probably one of the better times to say it. Other than, y'know, all the time, which isn't gonna happen. Actually...he doesn't think he's ever actually heard the words come out of her mouth before. It had always been that unspoken feeling that was obvious, and--maybe that was just his memory fucking up? Had she said it before? Had he ever said it to her?

"Wow, I must sound like the end of the world for you to say that." And after a moment, he cracks a laugh--actually like something cracks, because it isn't funny at all. Their world had been ending. All up until that bright light. Man, this is probably inappropriate. Maybe she doesn't get the irony.

(Wait, is that irony, or just sad coincidence?)

"Sorry," he says, clearing his throat of the last remnants of chuckling that want to escape, "sorry. I always figured you loved me for my dashing good looks and stunning personality." A joke. Not so much on him, but they'd never actually gotten the chance to, had they? Hell, neither of them had ever really had bodies before. Clashing with the memories he thinks he has. She was beautiful, just like this, but how could he remember that if he'd never seen her face before?