"Oh, no, I —" Grace nods, not wanting him to think otherwise. She's not nearly awake enough to speak seriously, but it matters far too much for her not to try. "I do. Of course I do, Jerry." Everything he's done for her, the way he talks to her, touches her, looks at her — she's known for a long time now that he loves her, however she might have doubted it at one time. When he's been so good to her, it makes her a little guilty to think he might believe she doubts him again.

"It's only... you've never said it before," she says slowly. She shakes her head, tries to shake the whole thing off. It doesn't matter. How she heard, when she heard, it doesn't have to mean anything. What's important is that it's true. It isn't as if she's offered up the words before today, after all. She just thought he would do it first, and faith in him hasn't been enough to erase the fear, however irrational, of somehow losing him. Hands smoothing over his shoulders, she smiles. "I'm glad you have now."