[ It permeates, genuine and kind. Although perhaps it isn't the best approach, at least it is very clearly genuine. There's no room for her to falter or force anything, playing coy or rough. Not when it could end in a way that's terrible. ]

I don't understand. Shouldn't that tell you why I am?

[ She thought, perhaps, it didn't matter. But the reality of it was weighed out. Hidden information or him. Him or hurt. The answer was obvious. ]

Then give that to me.

[ It's too easy to let that out, to say it with a bordering overwhelming frankness and sincerity. She means it. Why bother with "better" from someone else if even the slightest difference could be offered from him -- and she knew even at his worst, she still... well, she wanted him. Although it's not the most easy to accept the why or how of it.

She's careful if not uncertain and shy about it, but she brushes her lips ever-so carefully to his jaw, close to his neck. It's over as quickly as it has begun, only a shadow of lingering. ]

Please do not tell me or try to convince me what I should want. There is no decision I make without great consideration and you should know that. [ He should know that she wants him. However he is willing to give himself, she will accept it. ] If... it is something you do not want, that is fine. I will respect that. But... but regardless of where we are, it is you who I wish to be with.

[ The phrasing is, perhaps, too clear. ]