Goddess, she looked miserable. Eleven raised a hand to unstick a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. He hesitated, reluctant to answer. If he said 'yes', it would end. If he said 'no'..

He bit his lip, expression complicating.

"..I don't want it to be," he admitted, shifting, holding her to him again. The pieces of his heart dropped freely through his chest to roil about in his stomach. "But.. I suppose it should."