He's quiet a moment. What she's saying feels like every second with her, and not even since he realized he loves her this way - which is maybe why it had taken him so long to say it. It had felt so powerful and at the same time so inadequate. A single word couldn't hold it all.

But even before that, just coming to understand that he liked being around her. That, later, he was glad she was there with him even when he seemed angry with her, even when he was being cruel to her. And after that, being so sorry and not being able to say it. None of the words working, none of them being enough for what he was feeling. And how it had knotted up in his chest, frustration on frustration, until he had been looking for anything he could do to release it - not in violence but in the management of the tiniest details.

"I just try to show you," he says softly. "When I can't... I just try to do stuff. I mean... I dunno. Sometimes it feels like it almost works."