"You keep sayin' that." For once he's not protesting, not making a vague attempt at argument. Yes, she keeps saying it, and every time she does he believes it a little more. He begins to grasp how it might be so. He even wants to hear it, is learning how to hear it, and when he does it doesn't make him shy away, overwhelmed and unable to respond at all.

That's not what it's about anymore. She tells him that, and he sort of believes it, but it also doesn't really matter. Not in the end. Not to what he does. He knows she knows how he feels.

But all of it still has to go somewhere.

"Still gonna keep showin' you."