[He pauses, brows furrowing. There she goes again... talking about doing better, showering him with compliments. To him, all of this just feels like the bare minimum, like he's stumbling through what he should or shouldn't do when it comes to romance, and it's only dumb luck that he's made it this far without disaster breaking things apart. What does he want... he already has so much, but he still wants more, and more, and more.]

I want... for you to have more faith in yourself. About how much you do for me. [Something he has no control over, of course, but she's so rarely left him wanting for anything. Love, affection, her attention and care- he can be just as easily satisfied as her. She should be able to take pride in the feelings she's able to stir up in him, rather than doubt.] I want to learn how to be more honest about stuff with you, like what I'm feeling or what I want to do, and I want you to do the same with me. [No more secrets like this burden she's been carrying alone, until it became too heavy and spilled loose and messy all over the peaceful thing they'd been building together.] I want... to be happy with you, not just because of you. I want, um. [He leans in, feeling a little shy.] I wanna learn to love like you do.

[Freely, openly, without such hesitation or unease. To tell people, touch people, fear less judgment. She thinks so little of her own accomplishments, but it's something he'd always admired about her, right from the start and long before they were ever together.]