Confidence was an easy way to put it, but more like he did not think it was entirely appropriate to admit the truth. The idea of holy matrimony never quite seemed to fit in his cards. It wasn’t that he did not wish to let it happen; it felt more like a weight was pulling him away from that result. And as stubborn as he was, being forced into marriage alone unsettled, if not frustrated him. But Jessica was a unique and powerful woman, one that could bring him to his knees if he showed vulnerable. He admired her, and effortlessly grew to really like her and everything about her. It was comfortable between them, and there really was no other person he would rather land this situation with in a mild confidence. Whatever possessed him to give this a chance was surely reinforced by their already content behavior towards one another.
Bourbon eyes draw on the gentle taking of his longer hand, a half-lidded gaze studying silently as he runs his thumb over her fingers. He’d have to get a ring for her. A soft smile humors her comment with a hummed chuckle. “Yeah well, if we’re both leaning one way, let’s try leaning against each other. Maybe we’ll balance it out, partner.”