[Elissa is silent for a very long time, thinking on his words. Some part of her wishes to shake him, to see if he'll say the damned word the both of them are so obviously avoiding. But if she can't even say it, how can she expect the same of him?
It twists her up inside that she cannot make things easier on him. She kneads her hands together briefly, a sign of nerves, and she is glad he cannot see her.]
Yes, I understand.
[It's equally quiet, but no less appreciative.]
I'm sorry. I just...don't want to make this difficult for you. I want you to be happy, regardless of what that means.
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It twists her up inside that she cannot make things easier on him. She kneads her hands together briefly, a sign of nerves, and she is glad he cannot see her.]
Yes, I understand.
[It's equally quiet, but no less appreciative.]
I'm sorry. I just...don't want to make this difficult for you. I want you to be happy, regardless of what that means.
[For him or for her.]