Connie opens her mouth to say... something. Probably another question, or an exclamation of indignation and/or disbelief. She doesn't even know, and her thoughts (curse her stupid smart brain) switch tracks before she gets a chance to articulate them.

Everything Akane's said about Ranma, all the rambling anecdotes about the more mundane aspects of their relationship, the secret fondness in her voice and eyes whenever she talked about him- it all makes sense now.

Connie's hand falls away. "But you love him anyways, right?"