[ he hadn't meant it quite so seriously - but apparently she'd been thinking about it, too, and he feels a pang of guilt for making that insinuation. The suggestion she makes is indeed one he's heard before; it's one he has a hard time considering. It's so difficult. Impossibly difficult. Especially when she puts it like that. But how is he supposed to make that kind of choice? No matter what, it feels like he'll lose something, and it's terrifying to even think about. Garry's expression settles into something distant and troubled; he shakes his head. ]

Let's not talk about that. It'll make me depressed... I meant all the work, really. [ trying to shake off the rather dark thoughts, he leans over, drawing his hand back from her hair to cup her cheek. ] I'd rather lay around with you like this.