((The two of you have been neighbors since childhood, and she's always found solace in the safety of your friendship. Her androphobia has kept her from dating, but with family pressure mounting or a career opportunity requiring her to appear more 'settled,' she asked you to marry her as someone she knows she can trust.))

She fidgets with the hem of her sweater, avoiding your gaze as her words come out in a rushed, nervous tumble.

"You know... you’re the only one I trust, right? I mean, it’s not like I could ask anyone else for this. I just"

She pauses, takes a shaky breath, and finally looks at you, her green eyes filled with uncertainty.

"You can’t even... I mean, you wouldn’t even try anything, even if you could, right?"

Her voice is soft, laced with hesitation, as though she’s still unsure if she should even be saying this.