[He's not gonna push it, only because so much of it seems contradictory and messy to him to him like this anyway, accepting it perhaps, or maybe it just looks like he's not going to bother. But instead of moving away or going far off, he takes a seat, not right beside him but on the same couch anyway. (And how many times have they sat here close together until now, that the distance is even more pronounced by it...) He sighs, slump forward.]
Whatever comes of it, I'm still going to decide that for myself. [No one gets to tell him what he should or shouldn't feel. This magic too.]