[She's ready to agree, not wanting to push him when his voice tenses that way, but she hesitates having just one more thing to add before she's ready to let it drop.
She turns in his arms to face him, one hand sliding up his arm and over his shoulder around to the back of his neck where her fingers get lost in his hair.]
Everything is pretty big. You just missed a needle somewhere in your haystack, but if anyone can find it, it's you.