His brows come together briefly, as if he doesn't know what she means, but after a beat he figures it out and has to shake his head. "You mean me? Well, I don't know how to make me happy in this situation, either," he adds on. "The only thing I got there is you not leaving me, and you seem pretty clear on that part."
"Yeah," Layla says quietly. "I am. Everything else might be a little murky, but that part's crystal clear."
She squeezes his hand, as though to underscore that statement, reassurance for herself as much as for him. Overwhelming as this might be, it's not insurmountable. They'll get through this. They just need to figure out how.
God, he doesn't deserve her. He brings her hands up to his mouth to kiss the back of them, first one then the other. "I love you," is all he can think of to say, first. Which, apparently, is why they're in this confusing mess to begin with. A love triangle with himself. Ugh.
Her expression softens, warmth burning away some of the wan edge. "I love you too," she says.
Two things clear, then, intertwined though they are. Complicated though their relationship might be - difficult as it sometimes has been - he's still the love of her life.
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She squeezes his hand, as though to underscore that statement, reassurance for herself as much as for him. Overwhelming as this might be, it's not insurmountable. They'll get through this. They just need to figure out how.
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Two things clear, then, intertwined though they are. Complicated though their relationship might be - difficult as it sometimes has been - he's still the love of her life.