Abi wasn't sure how she felt. Empty was a good descriptor but it was more than that; she didn't feel lighter for having confessed, she didn't feel better or worse. She just simply was there, existing in his arms, trying to make her head catch up to the rest of their argument. Part of her didn't want to accept his comfort and felt pathetic for accepting it but it had been a long damn time since she'd been the one needing comfort, she'd lost track of time. When had she become so inhuman?
"Are you really glad though?" she asked, pushing away slightly and looking at him. "This is... it'll change us. I don't know if that'll mean for better or worse, Ernest, all I know is that I can't take it back. Our relationship can never be exactly the same as it was." Abi looked at him with fearful eyes. "I... I love you but I'm scared of how different this is going to be now..now that you know. That you'll treat me like I'm made of glass." She grimaced at the idea. "I don't think I could stand that, old man."