[ Alan sees the way her eyebrows raise, and he picks up on the doubt in her gaze. Something seems to shift inside him, a shifting feeling and one he doesn't like. He's resolute in how much he loves her and in the fact that she's extraordinary in all senses of the word. But the way she's looking at him makes him wonder if he's being a fool for feeling the way he does.

He wants to recoil, to withdraw from her and give her a little space, but the part of him that loves her and wants to always be with her won't allow him to. Still, his expression seems to shift, falling slightly into a frown, and although he doesn't pull away, suddenly he feels uncomfortable in his own skin. ]

Well, you might be "just you", but I love you and I don't see that ending anytime soon. [ Uncomfortable feeling or not, Alan knows that he loves her and nothing's going to change that. ] I like our not-normal.

[ But he still hesitates, no longer trying to keep making little gestures that he thinks are romantic. Maybe she doesn't want them. Maybe they make her uncomfortable. ]

Do you want me to do that more?

[ He asks that question first before he answers the one about how he's doing. Truthfully, he doesn't know how he's doing. Well, he knows that he feels strange after doing the things that they did together: shopping, trying on clothes, eating... It's all foreign sensations to him and he's still working on filing it all away properly. ]

I don't know if I'm okay. [ At least that's an accurate statement. ] I don't know how I'm supposed to do this. [ He puts specific emphasis on that word, hoping she knows what he means. He doesn't know how to do the day to day anymore, and he feels like he's bad at it. ]

Do you want me doing something different?