[When he bends to place his items down, she does the same, almost as if by rote. And a good thing too, because this is the sort of embrace where she needs both arms, and all of her heart.]
I won't ever give up on you. And I'm glad -- [even her trained, perfect voice struggles as his words sink in] I'm glad I can give you a little happiness. Maybe one day you'll believe me when I say you do a great many things right. Perhaps you don't do things conventionally, but that doesn't make them wrong.
You're wonderful as you are, faults and all. I couldn't love you as I do if you were anything else.