I don't think you're shallow at all. [ He speaks softly, his anger draining out of him as quickly as it surged up. He moves around her room, getting a trashcan from under her desk and bringing it to her side before sitting on the bed by her side. ]

I'm just so tired of having to justify myself to you. I know it's not ideal, but it's what I've got to give. Can this be enough? For now?

[ In a peace offering, he lifts up an arm for her to fit under if she so wishes, looking at her with all the sincerity he has. ]