It was kind of her, he supposed, to offer him the chance to delay the decision, especially since there was no reason to delay it other than his own cowardice and reluctance to actually commit one way or the other. Putting it off wasn't an option, though, because every day of indecision only made things harder for Melody and delayed the inevitable for him. And the atmosphere that had inhabited their house since it had first been brought up was hardly sustainable.

He hesitated. A tense silence stretched out between them.

"We can't get divorced," he eventually answered. Which was what he'd been telling himself ever since she'd first brought it up months ago, and then consistently since the conversation had been opened again before Christmas. He might have entertained the possibility briefly, but even then it had only been if it was what she wanted. While she hadn't come out and said it explicitly, it was clear from the conversation so far that it wasn't what she wanted — which put them back at square one. This was the hand they had been dealt, and it was up to the two of them — somehow — to figure out how to be happy in this life.

He took a drink. "Maybe we... maybe we could try to go somewhere, this year. Like a real honeymoon," he suggested, cheeks flushing slightly — he supposed he was worried she would think it was ridiculous. "Sort of... start over. What do you think?"