She squeezed his hand, her brows furrowing slightly. "I'm with you because.. well, you're you. You're nice, and brave, and smart, and- and so many things."
"I won't go?" She frowned slightly. "I know I'm right. And even if something changed, I would still love you."
She leaned her head against his arm, looking up at him. "I love you," she said quietly. "I'm sorry for arguing with you."
"I don't want to argue about this, and I'm not going to because I know you won't change your mind, but.. I just wish you saw I see sometimes."
“So, about this mission,” he said, changing the subject, “we just need to get as much information as possible. Are you a good actress?”