It's not like I'll know the motive unless you tell me.

[And if he questions her enough to drag said truth out of her, which... he doesn't especially like doing. This conversation has been mostly unpleasant for that very reason.]

But you'll know, so... I'm trusting you. [He reaches down to twine their fingers again, holding her hand as carefully as he might a figurine of glass, a priceless treasure.] You can do whatever, for me or for yourself, so long as it's what you want to, not because you think you have to. This shouldn't be like... obligatory.