[ Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise that he can't maintain eye contact with her while they have this conversation, because he isn't sure he could do it. As it is, he can't even bring himself to lift his head towards her, leaving it hung low between his shoulders, expression bleak and strained. There is no going back now — he realizes that. But the temptation is still there, to somehow change the conversation, to draw away, no matter how ashamed he might be. At least then, they might still be friends afterwards.
But...will they be, after this? After she knows the truth about him, and what he's kept from her all this time?
He has to offer her the out, at least once. He has to give her the chance to leave this behind, if she wants to, though he has a feeling he already knows what her answer will be. ]
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But...will they be, after this? After she knows the truth about him, and what he's kept from her all this time?
He has to offer her the out, at least once. He has to give her the chance to leave this behind, if she wants to, though he has a feeling he already knows what her answer will be. ]
It's...a long story. Sure you're up for it?
[ And not a happy one, either. ]