Stavanger Bay Hope it isn't repetition, though that's the only thing that keeps and takes you

this time finally he did pull away, gently, fighting the chord of frustration that pinged inside him again. "i d-don't think more t-talking is going to fix this. i don't want to keep arguing. you said you wouldn't stay if i left. a-and i'm still —"
he still planned to take his breaths somewhere else.
why was she doing this? lestan had thought everything was decided, but now she was reneging on it like she did all her other threats, clinging to him, crying; he no longer wanted this to be the end of every discussion, and was committed to placing a time of physical space between them. it didn't mean the end.
but as usual the words which would have settled them both evaded lestan, who watched reverie in open misery.