[Conrad pulls back enough to blink a few times, taking the question a bit differently from how Yuuri intends. He smiles softly, his hands shifting to be less a teasing dance and more just holding Yuuri.]
How can you not know? I love you. I love you in every way ever imagined and at least five that haven't been. The greatest writer in the world could pen ten times ten thousand words and not come close to describing how I love you.
[Denied for so long, especially to himself, Conrad is shocked at how naturally it comes out. Without pause or stumble, his true feelings laid bare for both of them. In this moment he doesn't especially care if the entire dome hears.]