Hemingway doubted that the truth wouldn't hurt sometimes, but he could at least see that it would hurt less than deceit. Perhaps it was a sad sort of compromise, but if they could make that work for them, then so be it.
"Yeah, we'll make it work," he agreed, because they just had to. They couldn't be doing without each other now, so making it work was the only option.
The distraction was very welcome. Her lips instantly took him out of his own head and back into the room with her. "The right way, huh? What way would that be?" he teased lightly.