Endless Line

He looks into the camera, eyes filled with the same annoyance and frustration creasing his forehead and lacing his voice as he vents about how he just wants them to communicate instead of having her keep it all in and keep him guessing. 

She looks away silently. All her life she's been told that language is her strong suit, and yet at that moment she is at a loss for words. He thinks it's so easy - that any problem can be solved if they talk about it, that any concern can be accepted because they love each other enough. 

Because that is how he is. 

And she feels so goddamn guilty that she doesn't feel the same, and she doesn't know how to tell him all of that. Because she tried, she's trying really, and really really hard but he just doesn't understand because he thinks it should be easy but -

The tears are there before she even knows it. He looks at her from the corner of his eye and for one split second, she can hear his heart breaking. 

He takes her into his arms and places his hand on hers. He is warm and assuring and all the exasperation is gone, just like that. 

"You can take your time. You can take your time if you're not comfortable." He says softly.

And in that moment, she has never felt so loved.