She tensed up when he first drew her into his arms. But the three little words that meant so much... She melted against him, drawing her hands down from her face, wiping away what dampness she could. Her cheek rested against his bare chest. Even if the act didn't shore up her tears it made the ache a little easier to bare. She swallowed thickly. "I-if that's what you want to do." She didn't want him miserable.
"I-if it gets to be t-to much. When the roofs of cabin twenty-three and twenty-four get fixed the-then I can move out." She bit down on her lip as hard as she could to keep from whimpering, to keep the aching groan to herself.