"I'll do whatever I can," Coop says, and he truly hopes it's not just a sudden change in character because some of the things she'd said at Comic Con had been... Well, he doesn't want to dwell too long on it, but they'd been hurtful. That last cutting remark about hiding his magic from Sylvie, about doing it because it would benefit only himself, Coop hadn't dealt with it in a great way, and he knows it.
The thing is, he can spend the rest of his life resenting Sylvie for leaving, or he can choose to understand why telling her he's a witch the same night he proposes would be enough of a reason to instill some doubts in her. It's not necessarily an easy thing to accept, and she's admitted to him that she'd had experiences with magic before him but they've never really gotten into what those experiences had been. That's mostly because of him, because of his inability to stick around long enough for a chat about why their relationship had really gone south, but he's willing to hear her now, if she's still willing to tell him.
Before he can say anything more, the doorbell rings, and he gives Sylvie a tight smile and one last squeeze of her arm before going to greet who he assumes is the pizza guy. Coop is quick about paying, giving the guy a generous tip to make up for the way the dogs are jumping so eagerly at him because of the smell of the pizzas, and he returns to the living room with two boxes stacked in his arms.
"So I've got a veggie option and a meat lovers' option," he tells her, nodding toward the sliding glass door that leads out to the backyard. "We can keep talking if you want, but I was thinking it'd be nice to sit outside. This whole thing is messing with my head, I need some fresh air."
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The thing is, he can spend the rest of his life resenting Sylvie for leaving, or he can choose to understand why telling her he's a witch the same night he proposes would be enough of a reason to instill some doubts in her. It's not necessarily an easy thing to accept, and she's admitted to him that she'd had experiences with magic before him but they've never really gotten into what those experiences had been. That's mostly because of him, because of his inability to stick around long enough for a chat about why their relationship had really gone south, but he's willing to hear her now, if she's still willing to tell him.
Before he can say anything more, the doorbell rings, and he gives Sylvie a tight smile and one last squeeze of her arm before going to greet who he assumes is the pizza guy. Coop is quick about paying, giving the guy a generous tip to make up for the way the dogs are jumping so eagerly at him because of the smell of the pizzas, and he returns to the living room with two boxes stacked in his arms.
"So I've got a veggie option and a meat lovers' option," he tells her, nodding toward the sliding glass door that leads out to the backyard. "We can keep talking if you want, but I was thinking it'd be nice to sit outside. This whole thing is messing with my head, I need some fresh air."