... [ a small nod. ] I, I understand. [ he has to refrain from having an immediate ( and likely undesirable ) knee-jerk reaction to sunday's hands slipping from his own, but he manages to do so. barely. his own hands fall uselessly to his sides and suddenly he's feeling more vulnerable than he anticipated, so he quickly shifts his stance and runs a hand through his hair. ] Don't say things like that. That's not true at all, Sunday. [ everybody is entitled to a little selfishness... and maybe he was too selfish and too optimistic about how this would work out. ]

Whatever you want. Need. I... just want you to be happy too. [ ... ] I'm not going to bulldoze ahead without you. I'll take this slowly too then. And wait for you to be ready... if ready is what you want to be.