( she hopes she's hasn't unsettled him, by remaining quiet. it wasn't in any sort of fear for what might tumble past his lips; izzy's cared for others who might've done worse, there's no telling. what mattered to her was another's intentions, whether their hearts were good, and she doesn't doubt the purity that radiates, even aside his guilt.

he's struggling, and she wishes there was something she could do to make it easier for him, to assure him that she'd be there regardless of what was said. no man who deserved her to turn a cold shoulder would find their tongue this tangled, be anywhere near this worried that it might, in fact, push her away. she's entertained an addiction, she's been weak, she knows how it feels to be threatened. )

We've made it this far, haven't we? ( she won't make him continue, not unless he's ready for it, unless he's truly okay to let it out. ) Look, Baby... if you want to wait, it's okay. Really. What you've been through seems a lot bigger than what you've done.

Whether it's now, or later, I'm here.