While he could even imagine those words would come out of her mouth. He could almost feel that they were true. He looked from her face down to her hands and then to his. The magnitude of what they were saying was hanging in the air. The silence was almost suffocating.
"And I thought you were not a good actor." His voice a bit uneven as he was trying to make a joke. That was usually her department. "We still must act like nothing is different in public, although we both know much as changed." Finally he got up off the floor and sat next to her. "I also don't want what happened Sunday to mean you feel like you have to give more. I prefer intercourse to be of mutual consent. As you saw I gave you numerous times to pull back." Maybe this not a good time to talk about Maia, but they had to address the elephant in the room, so to speak.
"I think we need to talk about my "therapy" sessions."