"I'm not judging you," she said quietly. Once they got outside she sat down heavily on they curb, burying her face in her hands as the tears finally started streaming down her face and she shuddered, trying hard to keep a steady voice. "Why did you have to come with?"
His face fell and he sat next to her on the curb, his shoulders slumping. “Because I love you,” he told her gently. “I can’t have you out here by yourself.”
"I love you too," she said quietly, burying her face in her arm. "I just.. I need to think. I need some time to think. To figure this out."
She looked over at him tiredly. "I want our relationship to be healthy, in a sense," she explained. "I don't want to have to worry, or be afraid that you're going to break up with me because of how different our lifestyles are."
Her frown deepened, and she reached out to touch his shoulder momentarily. "No, Ferris. I'm saying I want us to work on making it better."
"I just.. I want you to talk to me.. I want to know at least if you're safe," she said quietly, "and I want you to stop worry about our statuses."
He folded his hands, looking down at the street for a moment. “That’s not... that’s not just something I can turn on and off.”
"I'm not really mad," she admitted. "Well, a little. But mostly I'm sad. I didn't realize you didn't feel like you could talk to me."
"I'm not settling, Ferris. I'm getting over the fact that you kept this from me. If I was settling, I wouldn't have asked to make changes."
He seemed sunken, his brow furrowed as he looked down at his hands. "I don't know, Fleur," he said tiredly as the car approached. "Maybe I was a fool to try to make this work."
He fell silent as the car parked besides them and the window rolled down. “Fleur Solovyova?” asked the driver gruffly. Ferris stood up and opened the back door for her, waiting.
