She gives up trying to be a psychologist for a moment, and takes his hand.

'I know it's hard for you, staying here. I know you need to go back, to take care of your new charge. And I'm glad,' she swallows, looking down at her fingers interlaced through his. 'I'm glad you came to look for me. This is,' she holds up their hands, her chin wrinkling as she tries to find the words, 'more than I could have ever hoped for. A chance to tell you how I really feel about you.'

Her words taper off and she lowers their hands, but doesn't let go of him.

'Everything that's happened between us, that's real.'