Do you want me to go down the hallway and knock on his door and take that away from him? And would you love me still, if I did?” Will looked at her for a long moment. Then he seemed to crumple inside, like paper; he sat down in the armchair, and put his face into his hands. “You promise me,” he said. “That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.”
I’m crying.
