[Lacus smiles over at him, undeniably fond.] Tolerates isn't the word I would choose. I love you for who you are, not in spite of it.
I'm sure she wouldn't have been surprised. [She keeps stroking his hair, trying to get him to relax a little if possible. Poor thing's had a trying day to say the least.] She knows better than I do all the good things about you.
['Knew the good things' is probably the more accurate way to put it. Lacus chooses not to phrase it that way for reasons she doesn't care to tease apart just now.]