I shouldn't have brought it up, [ Armand says quickly, as if in anticipation of rebuke. ] It's your interview, of course. Your decision.

[ Sitting up slightly, Armand turns again, enough that he can cup Louis's face in one hand and kiss him softly. ]

But I'm not sure if he can understand how much all his digging and his pushing has been hurting you. If he even cares. [ More softly, after a calculated hesitation: ] I'm not sure that you understand it, either.