It's not been centuries, but for Kyle it's still been his lifetime that he's ached to have someone he loves this much. He'll take every moment he has for him, and that means all of the bad with the good. It means being here for him when he's hurting, and when he's coping with their love, and his life, and all he's been through and will likely still go through. He'll do whatever he has to, even as this talk sends those ripples of fear through his gut.

Yet he keeps trying to hold onto those words. "Body, blood, and soul," he whispers softly, needing to hold on to that, to know that he will be there with him. Forever. Or as long as their forever is.

It makes him wince still. Kyle has never been to their world, he barely know Hayley as the best friend to his once upon a time best friend, and yet so many things come back to killing Hayley. And now to Elijah leaving those he loves. Could he leave Kyle? He knows he could. He could leave this place and he'd have no way to follow him. He could chose someone else. Except he can't lie, and he's said it. Home. Life. Forever.

Kyle carefully pulls back so that he can cup Elijah's face in both hands. Cradling his cheekbones so carefully, staring into those beautiful eyes and that strong face.

"I love you, Elijah. I've loved you since before I knew you," he says softly, staring into his eyes still. "I don't know what's going to happen. With this place, with our homes, with who we are and what we've done. What I do know?" He rests his brow to Elijah's. "Is that you're mine, Elijah Mikaelson. I don't expect our life to be easy, but I expect us to get through it. Whatever it takes. Just so long as even when we haven't been bit by little beasts, we're still honest with one another."