There was nothing he could say to that. He hoped she was right, but there was no way to know; neither of them had been through this and gotten out the other side of it. Hope was all they could have, he supposed, at a moment like this, because there were no assurances that things would work out for the best.
With a lump in his throat, Ben took a step closer to her and reached out to wrap one arm around her shoulder. He tried to convey through the gesture everything he couldn't find words for: his gratitude to her for believing in him, even when he'd given her every reason not to; his hope for the future for both of them; his love for her, even if she'd asked so much of him in this conversation, with the letters she wanted him to keep.
With a lump in his throat, Ben took a step closer to her and reached out to wrap one arm around her shoulder. He tried to convey through the gesture everything he couldn't find words for: his gratitude to her for believing in him, even when he'd given her every reason not to; his hope for the future for both of them; his love for her, even if she'd asked so much of him in this conversation, with the letters she wanted him to keep.
MJ made this <3