He feels so very weak, so tired and worn and yet Bilbo is right there to lift him up. To let him lean against him figuratively. He's not sure what, but he feels more inclined to listen to Bilbo than he might have before, he might have wallowed a bit more, but Bilbo's words are just so... very powerful.

It has nothing to do with those gold tinted eyes. Not at all.

"..." Resting his hand over the one on his arm he looks shocked, but pleasantly so. Touched even.

"You would leave your home, the very one you have not stopped thinking of since we left, to stay here... with me?" And then a smile spreads across his face, there is still sadness, but this has broken through it.

"You know I would desire nothing more than to have you here with me."