"Oh, no," she says quickly. "God, no. It's not that. I'm not comparing you to... yourself." She shifts against him and scoots down a little so she can look him in the eye, even if it's easier to talk to him when they're just close and touching but not really looking at each other. "I'm scared of losing you." Which is ridiculous, really, if she thinks about it, because it's not like holding back is going to make that any less painful if it happens--if she wakes up tomorrow and he's gone, it's going to kill her no matter what has or hasn't happened between them.