"He's wrong." She moved her free hand to brush back his hair. "Everyone argues sometimes. You could equally blame me for engaging in conversation in the first place." Though really until it had completely messed things up with Bedivere she hadn't seen where it was going wrong. "You're more than that. You're also kind and caring and charismatic. You make me happy." She squeezed his hand gently.
"He is...His words are poison, even now. He kept trying to twist things with his words even after...and I see that now. It goes against everything I think about people, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe there are exceptions." It was a panicky sort of feeling, to feel like she needed to change her entire outlook, but it had proven to be necessarily as of late. "I...I love you, Bedivere. It's the way we are now that hurts."