Honestly, Christine felt like she was standing at a crossroad. She could just try her best to keep on existing in this bizarre, multiverse in the same way she'd been living the life she knew up to this point. Stephen could go back to what he was doing, and she would do as she'd been doing. They would both be helping people in their own way. That was how they'd left things before, wasn't it? Or, she could let him 'show' her as he indicated he could. She could go down that path instead, immerse herself in the things she'd never thought possible, that she'd read about and wondered what the hell she was trying to get into.
Could she really take the first path? No, not really. If she tried, she'd still be wondering now that she sort of knew the truth of what was going on. She'd wonder what he was doing, if he was okay, and anytime she heard about any sort of dangerous situation she'd wonder if he was involved. It wasn't really a crossroad at all. All paths led back to Stephen. Hadn't she learned that lesson long ago?
As she continued to look into her eyes, Christine could say that yes, that was true. The way he was touching her face, so tender, as though he truly did cherish her, wasn't lost on Christine. He'd done the same thing the last time they were together. His words weren't lost on her too; his mistake. So he was taking all the weight of what happened onto his shoulders. That didn't surprise her, though she wished he wouldn't.
"I need you to show me," she said, and brought her hand up to touch his opposite cheek. Was she ready to see? Probably not, but how could she be expected to be? Her thumb brushed across his cheek bone, as the resolve settled into her expression.