Byerly.

[ It’s chiding, but the same amount as he jokes. ]

But you are right, it is a decision one must make.

[ She turns her face so she can rest her cheek against his head and muses. ]

Sometimes I think choosing to open oneself to care for another... it is the same as choosing who can hurt you— knowing sometimes they will, even if they do not wish to. Hoping they did not wish to. Hoping they will stay and care for you when it happens.

[ Her hand stirs, fingers curling gently into his hair. ]

I have decided to love and sometimes be hurt.

I should miss you, should you decide otherwise.