I suppose around the same time you realize I’m nowhere near as good of a person as you think I am.

( there’s a sad, uneasy smile. )

I don’t want the ring back. I want you to keep it. That isn’t a lie.

( he keeps his gaze away, heart climbing up his throat, feeling dizzy. ) We don’t have to talk about your family, your past. All I care about is the you in the present.

( his hand goes back to his hair. back and forth, back and forth, almost like he may rip it out. ) But... we ought to talk about all that encompasses. The present. For the both of us.