It wasn't that Terry didn't realize what was going on, it was that it was hard to believe. The woman he had thought loved him, even when it came to his flaws, had all but destroyed him. Coupled with the living nightmare they were trapped within for literal years, and his own mind destroying itself, it was difficult to focus on the possibility that maybe someone saw something worthwhile in him. Did he ignore it at first? Yes. It was easier to believe that his own thoughts were lying to him when they did so about other topics every day. But once separated from London with access to actual medical care that he had ignored for so long, and peace, things changed. Or maybe things became clear. Either way, he couldn't stop the way he looked at her as time moved on in their little house near the beach. How her loyalty and determination to stay by his side never wavered, even when he thought it should. It was almost unfair how long he made her wait.
"Maybe enough for you," he said quietly, catching her words and letting his own buzzing nerves take ease in what she was saying. He didn't have to worry about her going anywhere. The smallest smirk played across his lips as he looked down at her hands, taking one in his own and turning it over so her palm faced upward. Leaning down, he kissed the soft skin of her hand before pulling back up gently, his eyes catching hers. "Course we're keeping the bike. Wasted too much of my life on that thing to get rid of it now."
Leaning forward then, he pressed his forehead gently against hers, breathing out as he kept a gentle hold of her hand. "I feel like you already know, but I should probably say it anyway, just so it's out there," there was only a slight pause before saying, "I am in love with you."