She let out a shaky breath, nails digging into her hands again and it was all just so damn hard. How could it be the right thing to do if it hurt like this, how could anyone think that was the best thing for everyone. But worst part was she could see where he was coming from and that little logical part of her, that she really hated at the moment, knew why he wanted this. And it was all just so damn frustrating, that she knew it could work, it had worked, so well and now it was just simply falling apart.
She hated this with every fiber of her being but damn it all if she wasn't realizing that it had to be a losing battle. And she knew she cared about, loved, him enough to let this happen. Because he was right, she was just one more thing for him to try to deal with, one more thing to worry about, and yeah it wasn't fair but she wasn't about to force him into something if he honestly could not handle it. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how wrong of a right thing to do it felt like.
"And I can't give up on you," she said focusing out across the park, "so if you need time Dean, then whatever, I'll deal with it, but if you even for a minute think that this means you're rid of me, or that I'm not going to care or worry or try to help you get through this then you're stupider than any of us could have known," the last was said with somewhat of a teasing smile though the emotional trainwreck she was very much on the inside kept it from anything close to her usual banter.