Anything else being a possibility is just not something that Elvis is prepared to consider. He's been here long enough to know that it doesn't always work that way, that people don't get a say in whether they stay or go, but she is, quite truthfully, melodramatic though it sounds, the only thing he's got. To lose her again, after what he did when he lost her before (though she was far from the only contributing factor, his reputation ruined and his dad gone, too), he doesn't even want to try to handle it. Of course, the truth in that means it would be just his luck, that he should try to prepare himself for the probable inevitability of it, but it's so soon. They have this, they have now, they have each other. For her sake, he can try to adopt her mindset and focus on that, instead.

"Better not," he says anyway, voice low and rough, though no louder than before. His hands lift, resting over the place where her jaw meets her neck, holding her close so he can keep his gaze steady on hers. He doesn't need her, he refuses to put it like that, but maybe, this once, he can let himself lean on someone else. "I don't intend to let you go."