"Hm. Maybe. I..." He hesitated, obviously conflicted. "I have a difficult time being emotionally open with people."
"Hm? Oh, yeah, everything's wonderful. I'm just not used to being this emotionally close with someone."
"Me too," she said decisively. "When I'm with you, my knees feel weak. That might be a good thing, though?"
"You said a lot of things," she commented, before tilting her head. "Like how you think I light up the room, and that you feel like something is wrong when I'm not there."
"That's true," he said, nodding thoughtfully. "And I do love you. So maybe I'm just more honest when I'm drunk."
He looked at her, and stretched. She would know him well enough to know that he was trying to restrain a huge smile. "Well then," he said eventually. "I suppose that's that." His lips twitched as he looked at her; the joy was about to break through.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright. "That is that," she said smoothly. "I'm glad it came through clearly."