He finds himself smiling. He was so scared that she didn't love him after all. Or couldn't.

"You just did, didn't you? And..." He takes a deep breath and then takes her hands, leaving the coffee alone for now. "And I don't know what's going to come next. For you or me or us. But the way I hear it, people fall in love all the time, and sometimes there's disaster and change. And sometimes there's good stuff.

"I think we can get some good stuff."