At first, Karen doesn't quite believe what she's heard. Then, she thinks it must be the product of the concussion, that he doesn't quite know what he's saying or will take it back at any moment. Quickly, though, logic drowns all of that out. It's been months now, and it was far longer before that she had unshakable feelings for him, no matter how hard she tried to talk herself out of them. She probably loved him even before he finally first kissed her. Maybe this isn't exactly how she would have expected a conversation like this to happen, but she's not about to write it off, either.

"Took you long enough," she says, teasing, her nose wrinkling through a smile. She leans in to kiss him then, just because she can, soft and brief but sure. "I love you, too."