It's different when I ask for it. That's not forcing anything; it is my choice.

[A little sigh escapes her when his kiss brushes against her head, and she holds there a minute before reaching for a piece of the bacon and testing it with her fingertips to see if it's too hot to pick up. When she finds it's sufficiently cooled, she murmurs her nonverbal approval and picks up a piece to chew on, crunching happily.]

I couldn't love you without accepting that burden, however much of a burden it might be. Love is not for only when it is easy. I want to support you, whether you are at your best or your worst.