As a listener he didn't need obvious. Andras liked to think he understood Feyre after all she had told him. He didn't like to talk about himself and instead of filling time with his own words he Heard deeply what others said. So seeing her words now pictorial upon his mind was touching.
Leaning in Andras rest his forehead on her own. "I'm sorry." He said. "I had wanted to tell you in a much more prepared way than this. I don't know what came over me, although I am glad to have said it at all." His voice was a whisper on the warm city breeze only for Feyre to hear.
"I love you, Lady Feyre Archeron Cursebreaker. I will akways be here for you."