Yang cracked a smile. Not the sarcastic kind she usually wore, but the smile of happy realization, that she was happy Sveta finally figured it out. "I do." She spoke simply, rubbing her chin gently with a thumb. "In every sense of the word. I love your smile, how your eyes twinkle when you're talking about something you love... and yeah. I even love when you pitch a fit over my bad puns. I love all the good things about you and the bad... they make you<em>you</em>. All your quirks, all your pros and cons come together to form the perfect person sitting next to me. I wouldn't change a damn thing about you." Another pause.<br/><br/>"So yes. I love you. And I'll say it every day for a hundred years if I have to. I love you." She said it one last time for emphasis.