*has the sudden and uncomfortable feeling that he's peeking in on something he shouldn't (you did tell him Glorfindel had lost his memory, but you didn't sound nearly so... hurt? angry? or maybe that's just your pessimism talking?)*
*bites his tongue and keeps quiet, despite the questions rattling around his head now, and despite the new flicker of concern that you might actually mean it when you say you want to quit (but you love here) (what's so bad that now you want to leave?)*
*listens to your breath slowing, evening out in sleep* *waits a good long while before answering, soft and unheard* I don't want you to quit. I want you to keep doing what you love, and that's Gondolin. *gently hugs your middle* It'll look better tomorrow. We'll make it better tomorrow.