My burden does not belong on the shoulders of anyone else but my own.

[ Cullen states that very matter-of-factly as he takes another sip of his tea. It's soothing enough, where the burn in his throat begins to subside and he can relax a little in his chair. For the time being, his work is set aside successfully. Cullen isn't sure he could even lean forward to take care of it if he tried at this point. His eyes close when she touches his forehead, open when they drift to his cheek and his gaze meets hers. ]

While I appreciate your concerns, I don't wish for this to interfere with our progress. I know you've said it won't, but I have remained silent for everyone's sake.

You're the first I've really indulged with details of my pain.

[ He's almost ashamed to say so. When he sets down his cup once again, their hands become intertwined once more, and Cullen finds comfort when their knees touch once she's scooted closer. He finds himself getting lost in their hands again, content to watch his thumbs roll over her knuckles and fingers. ]

I will eat... Eventually. Before you leave, I promise I will have at least made an attempt.

I don't wish for you to see me struggle. It pains me to sit before you a weakened mess.