[ It's true: she's had quite some time to stew on this. But usually, she tries not to think about it too much. If she does, she winds up hyperfixating on it and bringing herself into a depressive spiral.

Normally, she'd agree.

She wants to trust in his words, in the love that they have for each other. ]

Of course I do.

[ Why the hell is she hesitating now? It makes her blood boil and anger settle in her chest. ]

I love you so much. The same goes for me, you know. I want you to be happy, too. So even the whole thing about me can't be dealt with, at the very least, we can have these moments of happiness together.

And if there's anything I can do, too... I want to be able to.