As much as she wanted to believe she was perfect and didn't need to do anything, she knew that it wasn't the case. Siobhan shook her head, his promise to do better doing little but confirming her thoughts. He hadn't denied her concerns. He hadn't told her they were untruthful, perhaps because he didn't want to lie.
"You don't have to do better because you're not doing anything wrong, Max," she said, shaking her head. She swallowed, certain that if she let herself process the conversation more than she was at present that she would dissolve into a puddle of tears and be unable to speak. "I know that you love me," she said, drawing in a shaking breath. "I know that, I do. I just worry that physically I am not what you want. That's not something that you should be ashamed of if it's the truth. You shouldn't keep it from me, though. You shouldn't let me go on believing that everything is alright and that we're going to be okay when maybe we won't be."