There was something in the way that he was acting that made her just want to take away all of his worry and pain and fear. She didn't think it was weak, actually she thought he was being remarkably brave. Lavender could tell this wasn't easy for him. His expression alone, his voice, the way he moved towards her touch. Clearly there was a lot he was dealing with and all she wanted to do was to help him. To make it all be okay.
In a rare moment, Lavender didn't know what to say. She looked at him and just wasn't sure what to say to him. She felt like she should say something. Lavender really wanted to say something but she wasn't sure what to say. He was so convinced that he'd hurt her and she wasn't sure how to make him understand that she really didn't think he would. Maybe things wouldn't work, but she didn't think it'd end because he turned into his father. She thought it'd end because he'd get bored with her or they were just too different. That was where Lavender thought things were.
She bit her lower lip and looked into his eyes, her own serious. "Listen, listen carefully. You are not your father, don't even think about telling me you are or you'll end up like him. Because you want. You're stronger than that, you admit you don't want to be like him, so you don't agree with the way he is. If you don't agree with it, you wont end up that way. It's as simple as that. It really is. I don't think you'll hurt me. I don't think you give yourself enough credit for who you've become." She said at almost a whisper.
"So what do you want Marcus?" She asked, her voice still just above a whisper.