[ She can't say she's surprised that he turns her around, she moves with him until she's in his lap, straddling it. Her gaze meets with his as he desperately tells her that he loves her too. Smiling almost sheepishly, she shakes her head.]

I wasn't sure. [ She had an idea but she didn't know. ] That's why I was... I was feeling this way and I wasn't sure if you did too and this is, like, hard. You know? Because you... we can't be normal. And all the stuff I do as my love language... [ Yes, she's using terms like love language.] I can't do. [ Like go on dates, post about it on social, be with him whenever she wants.]

If I didn't love you, if I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be fighting so hard to keep this.