She turns very carefully, looks at him with a pained expression. "Is that what it is...? A relationship?" It's hard to be sure what to call it; always has been, at least to her. But maybe he's been sure about it from the beginning, something she hadn't considered. Just because she can't seem to take any relationship seriously doesn't mean he doesn't.

Her eyes find the ground again. "I just thought... if you choose not to go back, perhaps, and stayed here with him..." When she looks back, her eyes have rounded out again, pupils dilated; her next question is said in a meek tone, like she isn't sure. "But you still love me...?"