"We’re real," he whispers, and they are words she could not forget, words she will never forget, words she can’t bear to have him take away. "We’re real and I still can’t love you the right way."
This is true, too, and a part of her wishes he wouldn’t be so honest. She needs him to hold her, to promise he can make this all better even if he can’t.
She just needs…him.
"I want you to," she admits, looking up at him, afraid of what she’s saying because she has no right to encourage him, even if she feels exactly what he feels. "I think I might need you to."
Surprise flits across his face, but he just presses his lips to the top of her head, so delicate that every cell in her body aches for more of him, for anything he’s willing to give her.