Canon time: S4E10

They are seated on the couch.
At either end.

Sookie is picking at her nails. There are no cushions or she might have grabbed one to hold on to. This is - so awkward.
She can hardly look at him.

Eric is still in his bloody clothes. After a while, when it becomes apparent that she won't initiate the conversation, he leans forward, his massive hands loosely folded between his knees.

"I remember everything," he tells her. Softly.
"Us."

She isn't looking at him.

"Nothing's changed."

"Except you," she replies. He has. His walk. His posture. His voice. Even his gosh darn hair.

"I haven't changed," he replies. "I'm just - more.The other Eric is still here.
Sookie."

And then he reaches over and touches his fingers to her chin, making her turn her face to look at him.

"Look at me."

He needs her to see him. To understand.
"Can't you see him in my eyes?"

She hesitantly looks at him. At his eyes. And she does. She does see the new Eric. And the old one.

"Yes."

She does see it. And yet she stays at the other end of the couch.

"So, what's the problem?"

And she looks down and then back up at him again. And she says, "Bill."

He hadn't expected her to say that. She can tell. So she tries to explain, briefly entertaining the notion of telling him about her dream. The one where she realized that she cared for the both of them.
If only it hadn't turned into a sex-dream she might have.

Instead, she says,"When you were about to kill him I just couldn't bear the thought of a world without him in it."

He just looks at her with those new and old and different eyes. Eyes that seem to show her much more of what's going on inside of him than they used to.

"I think it was how I was able to stop you," she continues. Hesitantly, but determinedly.

"I love you. I don't want to lie to you but I can't help it.I love him too."

"How is that possible?"

He doesn't understand. He remembers how it felt. How she had felt.

"Sometimes I think it's because you've both given me your blood. Maybe it's just chemical."
Maybe it's just the way she is. And maybe that's okay. She doesn't see why it can't be girls who want two men and not just the other way around. But the other explanation is simpler.

"You gave yourself to me," Eric says. "Completely."

Insistently.

"You are mine!"

So old Eric is back.

"I never promised that," she says, her eyes and cheeks hearing up. And then she adds - because two can play that game - "And you gave yourself to me. Completely."

So there.

Except that instead of deflecting, or just being wildly inappropriate, he says, "Yes. I did."

She didn't expect that.
And she didn't expect the follow-up at all.

Him looking her deeply in the eye and saying, "I love you."