[He isn't disappointed, but he is a little sad. It's been so long since he's talked to her that he'd nearly forgotten that first conversation- the one where he'd said all the wrong things and just wound up upsetting her. It isn't an unusual experience for him, and there's a part of him resigned to it happening again.

The weight to his shoulders isn't because he thinks less of her, it's because he thinks that of all he's known- of all the bad things that can happen to a person- a life without love feels like the worst thing of all. But things are different for her- they'd talked about that. And it would be selfish of him to hold her to the same standards as him, right?

Her question, on the other hand, is effortless to answer.]

When someone means more to you than your own comfort or happiness. Like... Well I guess there's lots of different ways people can care about someone. But if somebody called you in the middle of the night and needed help, and you'd just come over. Or if somebody was hungry and you shared your lunch with them.

Somebody you can't imagine the world without.