Rich shook his head and took a small step forward, not meaning to encroach, but needing to get close enough that she couldn't simply disapparate without taking him along. "But the things you're talking about are the ones that don't matter -- not now, not after everything that's happened," Rich tried to reason, speaking with his hands and grasping at the air. He sighed, not sure if what he'd said even made sense.
"Delilah, I'm not trying to make you do anything. I don't want to make you do anything. I want you to decide to do something because it's what you want," he said it all in such a rush that he had to pause to think back over the words. He ran his lips together and let his hands droop because she was crying and all he wanted was to hold her, let her know it was okay to feel out of place after being away for so long.
Pulling out his wand, Rich made a flick with his wrist and summoned a cloth napkin from inside that he caught and held out her so she could dry her face. Every joint and bone was aching as he looked at her. Seeing Delilah this upset just made him sick.
"Relationships work because of what happens when you're apart, not because of what happens when you're together," Rich explained quietly. "You need space and I get that, but Delilah, that doesn't mean if I give you space that I don't want you around. If anything, I'm going to be more certain than ever of how I feel about you by letting you go."
"I don't -- I don't worry about you not coming back anymore," he stammered. "That's not the point of how much I care about you. Delilah, my feelings do not hinge on you wanting me. They hinge on you being happy. So, please, do what makes you happy. I can't stand not seeing you happy."
His mouth clamped shut after that. Rich couldn't explain why Delilah made him ramble like he did, but it had to count for something, right?
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