"It's not that I don't love you." Siobhan had done everything she could to make it clear she knew that, but Max still felt the need to say it. He loved her, and he'd never loved a man, not really. He didn't know how to fix it, and that made him ache all over again. "I'd pick you over everything, Shiva. I want you to be happy." He didn't want to fall into the trap of making excuses again, saying to himself that she could be happy now that she knew, now that she wasn't blaming herself.
He traced his fingers over her cheek and down her neck. "That's a long time," he assured her. Quite possibly forever, if only that could somehow be right for her as well. "Do you want to eat?" He would well understand if she didn't, right now. He wasn't sure he did, though food would probably be good for them. "Or a cup of tea?"