"So that's it then." Marty wasn't even sure what to say anymore - not when it was so apparent that Savannah had made up her mind about the state of their relationship, or their lack of one now apparently. Proposing now just felt like it would cheapen the whole thing, and like he'd told her the first time he didn't want to propose because he was scared, he wanted to propose when it felt right for them, when it was the right time and the right decision and not just because he was scared.
But that didn't seem to be an option anymore.
If nothing else had been gained from the sort of paranoia preparedness they'd been working on in this house, Marty was glad that they'd started sleeping with shoes by the bed and dressed enough that if they had to leave in the night it wouldn't be a problem. "I need to get out for a little bit, go for a run or something." He swung his feet over the side of the bed and leaned down to pull on the shoes he kept there.
"I love you. I'm sorry I can't give you what you want." He said as he got to his feet, wishing there was something he could say or do that would change her mind - he just needed some time now on his own to if not find a solution then at least to sort things out in his head.