That laugh breaks her heart. A hand presses against her chest like it might be able to soothe it. "Billy, look at me." It's more a soft request than a demand, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. If he doesn't turn his head to look toward her, she'll try to gently nudge him in the right direction.

"I care about you. A lot. I don't want to be with anyone but you."

It's hard to force a smile, but she does it for him. Even as tears continue to streak down her face. "But if you want to break up because of this? I don't think I can blame you."