It's definitely not ideal, but she couldn't care less at this point. She takes a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts and figure out what she's going to say while simultaneously not psyching herself out. It's a big ask.

"Okay. First of all, you're not damaged. I don't know how you got through half of the shit that's happened to you. I don't think I could do it, you know? But you really brave, and strong, and you have this way of making me feel... safe. I don't know how to explain it. It's like I'm steadier around you or something."

Deep breath. This is going to be a hell of a long list. "And you're sweet, and you always make me feel like everything will be okay. I know you screwed up with Freelancer and everything, but you're honest about it, and you're always trying to do better." She hesitates for a second, thinking, but if he doesn't interject she's just going to keep going forever.