"Ty..." She crossed her arms across her chest. Deep down inside, she wished she could just stop. Stop nagging at him. Stop saying things that led to arguing. "I don't get to see as much as I'd like, and I know it's the job. You can't help it. I know that. So can't we just cut the bullshit and the dancing around the subject? Because you know as well as I do that I'm not going to stop nagging at you until you tell me, and for once, I want to make the most of the time that I have with you. Okay?" She didn't want to keep going like this if he was going to walk out, which was something she always found herself fearing when he was here. That she would say too much and he would leave sooner than he could. She hated it when he left anyway. Why make him do it prematurely?