She regards him with a little more scrutiny than normal, trying to piece together if she should push the issue or just relent. It feels like everything with them has been so much push and pull that it's hard to believe how easy things feel now. The paranoid part of her feels like it's a trap, like this all is too good to be true. But maybe, for once in her miserable life, it isn't a trick. It's real and it's genuine, and she needs to give him an inch since he sounds sincere about not arguing with her.

"Then tell me what you meant."

It's more of a request than a flat out demand, and she slips back down to lay with him. In actuality, she knows what he meant now that he clarified. She just wants to hear him explain it, to give him the opportunity to work through his thoughts. He'll sleep easier if he doesn't dwell on them.