She was silent, even her breaths noiseless. After a moment, she hesitantly wrapped her arms around his waist. "God.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."
He didn't return the hug right away, but he shook his head. "Don't be sorry. Why should you be sorry? Everything's obviously not okay."
His eyes widened and he stood up, putting his hands on her shoulders. "What?! Avice, baby..." He kissed her, his hand grazing her jaw. "You have been way more than enough."
"No. Listen to me. I'm the problem. Not you. I have this..." He sighed, frustrated. "This messed up brain right now. It's not you, okay?"
He took her hand and walked over to his hammock, a blanket folded neatly over it. He sat in it and looked up at her expectantly.