Katherine let him take her hands, drawing some level of comfort from his touch, and even his words. But at the same time, it made her feel worse. Stefan was a great guy who cared so much about people. He always had. Maybe that was what made her fall in love with him back in 1864. She couldn't be like that. Even if she stopped using and abusing people, even if she consciously went to blood bags and started being nicer to people, there was a lot about her that couldn't change.
"It's nothing you've done," she promised him, keeping her hands in his. "I love you Stefan and I'm so happy that I have a chance to be with you." She bit down on her lip, her eyes studying his. "You've helped me to become a better person, and I love you for that as much as everything else." She took a breath and glanced down at the bedroom floor for a moment. Talking about feelings was hard for her. Another side effect of not feeling for so long. She didn't know how to deal with it. What to do. She finally looked back at him. "I feel like this time, you're asking too much and I'm.... afraid that if I can't be who you want me to be, I will lose you all over again. I don't want that Stefan. When I came back for you and you were with Elena, it was hard. It hurt like hell that you thought that what we had before wasn't real. It was real, and it is real now. I believe it's right. But I am who I am. There are some things that I can't change."