[He eagerly welcomed her, arm fully wrapping around her as his hand cradles her cheek, supporting and holding her fast to him. His own heart pounds, his blood rushing and heating his body as their connection to each other continues to strengthen. Having to confess all these things is making him grow more impatient, wanting to fully embrace and show her the depths of his love—even if he's done so countless times already.]

Yes.

[The hand at her cheek rises up to thread through her hair, thumb roving over her ear.]

Even without them I still fell in love with you... And had things been different in Camelot, I would have gone down the same path.

[Back there... They were still in the beginning of their (at least there) ill-fated love, too short for him to have decided how far he wanted to go with her. Far enough at least to enter the relationship, and he knows if they had had a little more time together...]

...No, I already knew even then.

[A small, rueful smile as he looks at her.]

On that last night... When I felt the regret of leaving you... I realized then that I was truly in love... And wanted to stay with you.

[He didn't want to leave. He had tried so hard because he really didn't want to part from her. Not when they had just started to be together, caught that sweet glimpse of a brighter future. Even if it might not have been appropriate given the situation... He didn't want to lose it. He wanted to take it.]