"Trust me, I can totally understand that better than anyone could possibly understand. It's why I kept who I was from you for so long remember, I didn't want you looking at me differently or babying me if you saw me the way I was all those years ago" she told him. In instances such a this they were so alike it was almost emotionally painful to admit such a thing in her mind, but it was a fact they couldn't ignore, Bobby was sure quick to always remind her of it, so she may as well just accept it. 

She grabbed the plastic fork that came with her salad after she added the dressing from within the lid that doubled as the dressing tub, shook it all together and then began to eat. For once she would have been happy with the greasiest food possible as a treat, but she knew she had to eat well if she was to recvoer properly and not feel guilty about eating like shit afterwards. 

At his admittance of loving her back, she smiled softly at him knowing that any real chatter was going to be a bit difficult for him at the moment due to the delirium he was suffering. She was also openly glad that he agreed to not call Bobby yet and wait until he was a lot more coherent with the world and not when he felt like he was about to pass out. She scooched into his side a bit more but stayed sitting up a bit so she could eat without giving herself heartburn or risk choking on her food but half rested her head on his shoulder. 

"I guess see what's on tv or just keep talking about anything and everything" she suggested as she didn't want him feeling he had to focus on too much that would make his head worse but she also knew Sam was right in that Dean needed to stay awake for a while just to make sure he was passed the worst of the head trauma and wasn't going to go into a fit or something similar. "Let's face it neither of us are capable of much else right now" she smirked, hoping that ending her suggestion on a quick witted quip it would help lighten the mood.