Siobhan wanted desperately to believe that he was right. She wanted to cling to even the tiniest hope that somehow they could work through the differences and find some middle ground that allowed them to continue on as they always had. She didn't want to lose him but she didn't want him to be miserable either. She believed him when he said that she was more important than sex. It was obvious that he was willing to push aside whatever desires he had if it meant that he could keep her. She didn't want him to have to push his true feelings down, though. She wanted the best for him even if it wasn't her.
"I love you, too, Max. I want you to be happy. Completely happy. I don't do that for you. We both know that. We've been pretending that everything is okay and it isn't. I know that you're trying to spare my feelings or maybe just trying to protect yourself from judgement, but I don't want you to be miserable. Can we really get married and get a house and become parents when we can't even make love? I want you to want me, Max, I don't want it to be a chore. I don't want it to be a job that you do because you're trying to please me."