"I..." Woody started. He knew this was serious. He didn't want to say the wrong thing, but he probably would. He honestly didn't know what to say though. No one had ever told him that they loved him before. Well, unless his mom counted and he was pretty sure she didn't.
He looked towards her, carefully regarding her, "I love you too." He didn't know if he meant it. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he would someday. Maybe deep down he already had loved her for a long time. He wasn't sure. But he guaranteed it wasn't the wrong thing to say.