Slowly, he came to understand that there would be no snuggling. Of course, that made sense, but... hope makes people do silly things, at times. It seems like, no matter how much he wished it, life would not just return to how it was. He gradually lowered his arms, and relaxed against the couch. He watched her, felt her hand on his knee, and listened to her words. He took in a deep  breath, and let it out slowly; a sure sign that he was carefully thinking this over.<br/><br/>"You say... no questions asked? After this long?" He was more hurt than angry or upset. "Will I have the chance to ask questions, and get answers, later? I don't mind waiting, but, I have to know." And that was it. If he went with her or not seemed to hinge entirely on the possibility of answers. In some ways, he felt bad; like he was forcing her to agree to something. But so much had happened, and he had been through so much... he had to have answers. He wanted to trust her, and yet, he was also afraid. But all he needed to get over that, the only thing she'd have to provide him to get him to agree, is a bit of reassurance.