It was her decision, but it was also his. No matter how much she wanted this, no matter what she said to convince him, he wasn’t sure if he could ever get over his fear that something might happen to her. It wasn’t her fault, nor was it that he thought she couldn’t handle herself, but he didn’t want her to have to make that kind of call. Though, he had to admit, his convictions were wavering. For the moment, it seemed like maybe he could give it a chance. Though, perhaps there was no going back now. She was angry with him, and suddenly agreeing with her wasn’t going to fix this, nor was it going to change his mind.
He could continue to argue. He considered it for a second, because he wasn’t saying what she was inferring. He valued her thoughts and her opinions. It was why he wanted to be with her in the first place. Yet, they couldn’t keep going like this.
“...maybe you should,” he said, softly, dejectedly. They weren’t going to convince one another of their individual points. If this was what he needed to do to solve this, maybe it was for the best. If he had to hurt her, this was the way he would rather do it, instead of accidentally biting her.