He was bright red in the face. He had finished confessing his feelings, baring his heart and soul only to be met with an earnest "I know" . He hadn't exactly been subtle and you'd know him for years at this point so it didn't take a genius to figure it out. You cooked, you patched him up when he got hurt and you were fun to spar with. What more could he possibly want? "And you- you knew? And you let me work myself up and panic and worry about telling you when you already knew?"