[She sighs, not annoyed or frustrated, just a little tired, before closing the distance between them again to rest a hand against his cheek.]

And I want you to be happy, but I need you to be honest with me about what you want. [a beat, like she's not sure she wants to say this next part, but she feels like she has to:] And I need you to not, I dunno, put me on a pedestal like I'm too good for you, or treat me like I'm some pretty jewellery someone's gonna steal.

[She's not sure if that's exactly what he's doing, but the whole you're amazing thing has her worried.]