Of course he loves me.

Why else would he wait all night for me to end rehearsals
And try to send me home
And pull me close when I step away
Or gladly run with me and not get pissed when I run ahead because I'm rushing

The proof is there. He loves me.
My heart screams for more but he'll probably be the best I ever get.
Stop expecting a prince, Vic, and start being contented with the baker's boy.