Sean swallows thickly as he lets that sink in. Sure, he knows he would have supposedly been stopped somehow, but that's not what she's asking. She's asking a question that he's asked himself countless times over the past year of his life, although he's not sure when the answer changed all the way from 'of course' to 'God, I hope not'. He figures he can guess what answer she's looking for, but he's dug his grave this night with nothing but honesty, he can't just stop now. Sighing, he tips his head down a bit, still keeping his eyes trained on her, trying to read her through all these conflicting emotions. "I don't know," he says, quiet and drawn out, his throat feeling tight.