That, he can do. His feelings are true, after all, and just like he voiced them before, he does so again now, not needing to try or pretend. The feeling itself is clear in his face too, in the sad but almost hopeful gleam in his eyes, the way his lips press tightly before the words spill out.

"I do. I love you, Patricia. I love you very much."

His voice comes with a small lilt, wavering, lips parted as if he's standing by the edge of something, waiting for whatever comes next.