[ He shakes his head lightly, finally leaning to press their foreheads together. He's still holding her face, but he does say softly: ] It isn't something you can really fix. We just need to adapt. I need to adapt.

[ He just breathes for a moment. ]

I'm. [ Okay, no he needs another second before he starts this again, but when he does, his voice is firmer. ] I'm used to poetry, to grand gestures of romance and that things like-- [ He just shakes his head again, biting into his lip. ] It's difficult, getting used to this when things aren't as serious when you... [ Maybe want it to be?

He doesn't know. ]