[She's right. On this one thing, they can agree— it isn't a good idea, because they'll both want more, won't be content to let this be enough, and yet how much worse would that be than where they already are? Where he already is, alone and wanting and unable to even begin to think of closure, unable and unwilling to move forward out of sheer stubbornness and what has perhaps become a vain hope that somehow, this can be resolved.
He lets her pull away this time, loathe as he is to do so, and his hand drops away from the nape of her neck, coming to rest lightly against her hip even as distance appears between them.]
No— I know you won't change your mind.
[Because she's just as stubborn as he is. There's an impossibly heavy feeling that's settled over his chest, knowing that a few insistent kisses aren't going to be enough to sway her. At this point, he's certain nothing will.]
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He lets her pull away this time, loathe as he is to do so, and his hand drops away from the nape of her neck, coming to rest lightly against her hip even as distance appears between them.]
No— I know you won't change your mind.
[Because she's just as stubborn as he is. There's an impossibly heavy feeling that's settled over his chest, knowing that a few insistent kisses aren't going to be enough to sway her. At this point, he's certain nothing will.]
It's not misleading if I accept that, is it?