What's... true, is it? Ah, I'd given thought to that. [Lightly. She's under... no, maybe overestimating him. He's not really sure. What's true is painful. But a love story, huh? No, she hadn't actually said that. Maybe he should though. He purses his lips and then rocks back. He considers reaching out to touch her, maybe for a hug or just a show of support. but she might not want that]

Because, after all... even if there was a lie, I can barely remember the first one. I'll never forget this second one, I think. Even if I liked the lie, the fact is... it's a lie. [...] The fact is, love is... [he plans to say "a lie" he hums there, cutting off.]