Juliet stares at him for a second, and with him, now, there is no Other mask. Not with him, not anymore. So instead, she simply looks afraid for a moment.

"You better," Juliet finally manages. "I refuse to lose you."

But she's terrified she will, even if she does as much as she can to not constantly worry. Good things just don't last for her, and God, she never wants that other shoe to drop.