"I don't mean that I... that I know everything or that I know better'n you, I just mean... it works. The things you do, they work." Even when they've fought in the past, the fact that he's stayed there with her, the fact that he's been willing to fight instead of just walking away, that all means something. He tries for her and she'd have to be a real jerk not to notice that. Even before when she'd slip her hand into his, he wouldn't shake her off, he wouldn't tell her to stop. He tries and she's so lucky.

"You can do that," she says with a smile. "I'm not gonna stop you." And she can do it, too. She can hope that even a fraction of what she does for him makes him understand how she feels about him.

"And I'm gonna do the same, because sometimes the words... it's just not all of it, y'know?" And she can't tell him that she's been writing things down, figuring out how to work the feelings into music, how to turn them into songs because that's the way they feel most right. She can't admit that, not when everything she's started is only half finished.