[there's about two seconds of almost horror on his face when she says she doesn't want to make him happy, like maybe somehow he has gotten every! single! thing! wrong! and all of this is a lie!!!!!!]

[but then she explains it and he relaxes again.]

It makes sense. You are not the only reason I am happy. I am sorry if it came across that way, in what I said. My happiness is not dependent on you. You just... help me recognize it and help me open myself to it. I do not think of it as my job in return.

You are right, it would be too much pressure on either of us. But I am still happy with you, and that is still... part of why I love you. I feel all kinds of things with you.