'True,' she muses, just walking in silence for a bit, still holding him close.

'It does mean you're a lot more of a private person than I would have ever imagined. If you kept such a huge secret for so long, even from yourself. Me -- I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I can't even conceive of the....' Her words trail off as the enormity of it all looms its ugly head, and she sighs, giving a sad little laugh.

'Gene Hunt, I fancy the pants off you, and I want to know everything there is to know about you. There. Succinct enough?'