He raised a brow. He'd assumed she had already made up her mind. They weren't good at in-depth relationship conversations. Still, he wanted to do what he could to make this work. He sat back down in the chair, leaning back slightly. He didn't look casual, per se, but it was an approximation. He nodded. "Yes. We should... figure it out."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking. "Lisa... I love you. I want this to work. But I'm not going to beg." There was no anger or resentment in his words. It was almost that he couldn't beg. That he didn't know how.