He gives her a look, one that's partly conflicted, partly amused, and partly lost.
"I don't know what that'd look like," he says, an admission in and of itself. "As for making all the decisions, that... is at least not something I'm struggling with as I might have, months ago."
Confession again, of a different kind. Once I would not have felt I had the right to decide.
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"I don't know what that'd look like," he says, an admission in and of itself. "As for making all the decisions, that... is at least not something I'm struggling with as I might have, months ago."
Confession again, of a different kind. Once I would not have felt I had the right to decide.