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She watched him carefully, her eyes intense. "And.. And I don't want you to say things you don't mean.. So don't say 'I love you' or anything if...
"I'm not ready."
He nodded, giving her a quick kiss. "Your tea is on the night stand."
She frowned, taking a breath. "God.. This is hard. Just.. Trust me, okay? It's hard. I know it's hard, but try to trust me more?"
"I'm not ready.. I'm not getting out yet, though."
He folded his hands. "I know.."
She pursed her lips. "Not like that.. Can we just.. not be so uncertain? And maybe trust me a little more?"
"Still.." His grip tightened. "I.. I'm a bit nervous."
"I'm not, really.."
"No," she said, her voice somewhat sharp, before softening. "Don't act for me, okay? I'm not going to stop trying until you're happy. Actually...
"It's a little scary."
He kissed the top of her head. "Let's get you to bed."
"I want to be happy," she said, her voice quiet. "I really, really want to be happy. I can't do that unless you're happy."
"No, no, no. This is fine."
He blinked, embracing her back. "I love you."
She nodded slowly, her brows furrowed. "Okay. Okay. I'll keep trying." She sighed shakily. "Can we at least.. Can we at least pretend to be a...
He looked up at her. "How fast are we moving?"
He nodded. "Yeah.. it's okay, right?"
She took heavy breaths, grasping his shirt. "Will it ever even happen? Are you sure? You said it yourself. It won't ever be the same."
"Oh my god. I'm gonna fall.'
