"No one's perfect," she murmured, barely audible. Even her own happiness until recently had often been to hide the pain, but she had started to be working through that with him. She had been starting to actually feel things again. "I'll be worried about you no matter what, even if you're just a friend, or even if you keep pushing me away."
Part of her nearly wanted to beg him to reconsider, to explain how much more she was hurting with them separated than he ever had with his arguments. Then there was the part that didn't want to push, that wanted him to make his own choice in this. She leaned to press a kiss to the top of his head.