[It's a feeble answer, one that doesn't even come close to addressing all of the, well, everything that's still in the balance between them. But there's a part of her that knows what he's doing here, and it's the same part of her that's so, so grateful for it, because what he's done is he's made it easy for her to just say yes. She doesn't have to fend for herself. She doesn't have to know the right thing to do. She doesn't have to know how to get out of this, how to fix it, how to justify it, how to make it better.
He makes it so that all she has to do is look at one simple yes-or-no question — we're going home, you have a home, you have me, we'll figure this out — and say "Yes."
She wonders if he knows how grateful she is for that. If he knows how many times terrible choices were set in front of them and everybody looked to her for an answer, and she hadn't known better than anyone else what to do but she'd had to choose it anyway. She wonders if he knows that what he's just done is really just a variation on the same theme that they've been discussing all along: taking the thing and making it stop, just enough that you can manage to deal in the interim.
She wipes at her eyes, then rubs at them outright with the heels of her hands.]
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[It's a feeble answer, one that doesn't even come close to addressing all of the, well, everything that's still in the balance between them. But there's a part of her that knows what he's doing here, and it's the same part of her that's so, so grateful for it, because what he's done is he's made it easy for her to just say yes. She doesn't have to fend for herself. She doesn't have to know the right thing to do. She doesn't have to know how to get out of this, how to fix it, how to justify it, how to make it better.
He makes it so that all she has to do is look at one simple yes-or-no question — we're going home, you have a home, you have me, we'll figure this out — and say "Yes."
She wonders if he knows how grateful she is for that. If he knows how many times terrible choices were set in front of them and everybody looked to her for an answer, and she hadn't known better than anyone else what to do but she'd had to choose it anyway. She wonders if he knows that what he's just done is really just a variation on the same theme that they've been discussing all along: taking the thing and making it stop, just enough that you can manage to deal in the interim.
She wipes at her eyes, then rubs at them outright with the heels of her hands.]
Okay. Yeah. ...Yeah, okay.