[In retrospect, it's easy to say that if she could go back and do it over, if she could tell him in her own words rather than let it be written at the end of a rope, she would. But if she didn't know what she knows now, then...
Well. It doesn't matter anymore, does it?
He doesn't give her the most committed answer, but she's not mad. She understands not wanting to be a burden, and she can do her best to ease that feeling, but she can't force him not to believe it. Her smile grows a little brighter, as if trying to encourage his.] Hey. If you ever need to talk about it, we can do that, but— you know, if you just need a fun distraction instead, I'm really good at those too!
[Sometimes you need to put words to the feeling, of course. Process it, understand it, and accept it—but sometimes it's a spiral, and the best thing to do to get past it is something else entirely.]
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Well. It doesn't matter anymore, does it?
He doesn't give her the most committed answer, but she's not mad. She understands not wanting to be a burden, and she can do her best to ease that feeling, but she can't force him not to believe it. Her smile grows a little brighter, as if trying to encourage his.] Hey. If you ever need to talk about it, we can do that, but— you know, if you just need a fun distraction instead, I'm really good at those too!
[Sometimes you need to put words to the feeling, of course. Process it, understand it, and accept it—but sometimes it's a spiral, and the best thing to do to get past it is something else entirely.]