She was torn between knowing and accepting that to be a part of the sometimes twisted world of the preternatural, a part of Luke’s world, she’d have to deal with the fact that things like this were sometimes just how it was. The norm. Necessity.
And feeling insecure and jealous, picturing him that way with the people they interacted with daily. It stung, it left her conflicted, and then guilty of top of it for being – selfish? Yes. She felt selfish.
And then she’d look back up at that boyish face and soft eyes and it’d all melt away for a few seconds before the tug-of-war started up again between her brain and heart. “Thank you.” It helped that it didn’t seem like something he did just because he could, or an excuse, or a reason to bail on her. “We’ll… Figure it out. I think I just need time to process.”
“But, don’t leave – or something. That’s not what I mean.” In case he took that as an “I need space”.