Hey. (Her voice soft and laced with concern, she wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss on top of his head.) Tell me what’s wrong.
Don’t apologize. I’m not trying to win an argument. (Opening her arms in silent invitation for an embrace.) I just want you to know I like coming home to you, and whatever consequences that might entail.
Every choice comes with its consequences, but it’s /my/ choice and if anything happens, those are /my/ consequences to face. I knew what I was signing up for when we started this. I’m not naive.
None of this is on you, and you can’t do this to either of us — no one wants to —
It was a silly observation on how my life has changed over these past few months, not a complaint.
I certainly didn’t expect the response to be ‘leave if you want to’ from the man that supposedly loves having me around.
/You/ are definitely talking over me because, again, that’s not at all what I was going for.
I know I’m free to make my own choices, thank you very much for reminding me every other five minutes, and I made the choice to stay with you months ago. If I change my mind, —
…Right, and why do you sound like a robot configured to give the most optimized answer?
This isn’t even close to what I said, but if it’s something /you/ need, you don’t need to hide behind an excuse. You can just say it.
Even in vampire-you is in denial about how much I do NOT want to spend an eternity with you. Unbelievable.