“Perhaps not romantic love…” he said quietly, though with some conviction. “But the love of a master, the love of a pack… Wolves, dogs, lions, they will react to injustices to those they held in companionship. Even you can’t deny it.” He said at her pointedly, his gaze sideways and dark towards her, he couldn’t believe…
“I don’t claim anything! It’s the truth! And I realized it after I slept with someone else! It was a stupid thing to do! And I want to make it up to you!” He said almost something akin to desperately.
“Jill…” he snagged her hand, holding it tightly as he looked at her. “I am being honest.” Westley then said softly, looking straight at her dark eyes. “It’s just- been a long time- and love is….” fickle? painful? beautiful? not this? “hard.”
“I’m not asking you to feel the same, I’m not even asking you keep me- after what I did…” Westley swallowed and took a breath, stepping closer to her. “I…just- I do, give me the respect to feel that way.”