“Yes.” She’d admitted she loved Marcus, both to him and to herself. She’d confided in him, had come to trust him, and even to lean on him in some ways. She had accepted that it didn’t undermine her level of independence or strength to do so. Had realized that it was possible to be too self-reliant. In fact, it could even be viewed as selfish, because it was a form of rejection. Helping others could make a person feel good, and this “give and take” could help toward developing their connection. To deprive Marcus of that, to deprive their mating of that, wasn’t fair.
“Maybe the problem’s him, not me.” Marcus had held back from people his entire life. It wouldn’t be easy to snap out of something like that, no matter how much a person wanted to. It was possible that he didn’t even realize he was still doing it.