"No," she replies, agreeing with the better choice of having left ghosts lie amongst the stardust and interstellar atoms where they float. But her tone isn't harsh or reprimanding; it's soft, and delicate. It smooths over them both the way her hands do through the fabric of his shirt, holding him close to her beating heart. "I loved Hadder, and I don't think I would've gotten through that year without he and Akshaya. I never even told him how I felt about him; not once. I just assumed he knew; maybe he didn't. I don't know. But he isn't here with me now. He isn't the one I think of first thing in the morning, or last thing at night.

But .. that being said, I don't - I don't want you to not tell me things, out of fear of hurting me. Getting angry, getting upset, they're .. they're okay. They're normal, I think. If we're going to make it, if we're going to last, we have to be able to talk about all of the things we'd rather not." She turns her head to brush her lips against the crook of his neck with affection. "Even if it's hard."