When he starts talking about her friends and her dog, she feels strangely disappointed and she knows it's stupid of her to have built something up in her mind that clearly isn't on his mind just yet, but she's just been thinking about it a lot lately. Between the casket and the talk with Blaine, and Newt being hit by a car, she's been kind of teetering on the edge of telling him for awhile now, because what happens if she doesn't say it and then he's just gone the next day? Or what if something worse happens to one of them? Then he'll never know and she doesn't think she can deal with that, but at the same time, she's still been terrified to actually say the words. It makes everything a lot more real. It makes him into more than just some guy she's dating, which he's been since the beginning anyway, but she can't fool herself into thinking she's not completely in this anymore if she tells him.

But then he's looking at her and for a second she thinks maybe he's said something else. She has no idea what she thinks she might be hearing instead, but her brain still tries to convince her otherwise for just a moment, because he can't possibly be telling her he loves her. Her fork clatters against the plate briefly and she has to set it down; if she doesn't, she's sure she's going to drop it and when she stands up and braces her hand against the table, she nearly puts it down right in the middle of her plate. She's aware of just enough to avoid leaning straight over the candles, because the last thing they need now is for her to light herself on fire. They totally deserve this moment without any injuries or disasters, and when she kisses him, she's pretty sure it's actually kind of perfect.

"I'm in love with you," she says against his lips, after drawing in a shaking breath. "Not kind of, I'm completely in love with you." Saying it is scary and amazing all at once and she knows it's because she's been waiting to say it for ages now, convinced it was too much or too soon, but she doesn't care anymore.