Oh Katsuya, you beautiful cinnamon roll.

She gives a little nod. There's a lot there she wants to discuss, but there's something else she needs to know first.

"You said something in Japanese. Hontōni daisuki, I think?" She peeks up at him, scared but needing to know. If he regrets that, there's not much point to the rest of the conversation. "Sometimes... people change their minds..."