It really was a slight struggle, her brain trying to process all the information he had given her but she'd worked with more difficult situations. When Clint had vanished and left her with a baby she didn't remember giving birth to suddenly thrust upon her and no recollection of any bonding, it had taken all she had not to cry every night in anger and sadness.
"Yeah I am. Some guys are pure asshole, some are shades of grey and the rarest people are the ones who change. You change, for the better." Abi knew the tales of his first wives and his children, abandoned boys who were in reality his life's proudest achievement. She wanted that man.
Turning her ring, she took a second to digest every facet. "Does it get easier when you're alone or does it make it worse?" she asked, looking up at him briefly. "Would you be the one better without me, back to your old life?"