Ernest felt like whining like a child that it just wasn't fair. None of it was fair. The timing of it. Her lack of memory. He knew that Kat was telling him that he had to fight for him, woo her, make her see that he was her soulmate. But he felt so old and so tired, he just wasn't sure that he had it in him anymore. And wasn't that just so incredibly unfair on Isabel? To be with her instead because it was easier? Or was that what people did all the time?
It was entirely possible that he was overthinking it.
"Yes please," he whispered back, holding onto her, already knowing what was going to happen next.