[For a second, she doesn't quite get it. Because she does love him, and she's sure he knows that, considering how many times she's told him, and how she's backed it up with all sorts of things.
Except that's not what this is about, is it?
She remembers what he said, about not being sure if she believed how much he loved her, and - god, how unfair is it that she does this shit to him, just 'cause she's such a mess of her own issues. And she wants to reassure him, to tell him that she does believe him, but lying wouldn't be fair.
Everything feels like too much, and for a moment she almost wants to go find Max to ask her to take it all away again.]
I'm trying. [She knows that's not good enough, and her gaze drops.] I want-- I'm sorry I can't be better. But it's not your fault, and I swear I'm not going anywhere.
[That's still not good enough, but it's hard to think around the emotions pressing down on her chest.]
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Except that's not what this is about, is it?
She remembers what he said, about not being sure if she believed how much he loved her, and - god, how unfair is it that she does this shit to him, just 'cause she's such a mess of her own issues. And she wants to reassure him, to tell him that she does believe him, but lying wouldn't be fair.
Everything feels like too much, and for a moment she almost wants to go find Max to ask her to take it all away again.]
I'm trying. [She knows that's not good enough, and her gaze drops.] I want-- I'm sorry I can't be better. But it's not your fault, and I swear I'm not going anywhere.
[That's still not good enough, but it's hard to think around the emotions pressing down on her chest.]