[ She sobbed, leaning her face against his hand unconsciously. Her right hand reached towards him but fell short and clenched on the meager space between them on the bed. ]

I didn't get a chance to cry then, okay? Every time someone's hurt me I've never been able to cry.
You haven't hurt me at all, and yet I'm forcing you to see me like this...

[ She almost felt like apologizing, but resisted. She had to maintain what little dignity she possibly could. She squeezed her eyes such as she drooped towards him. She wanted him to trust her, because she almost felt like she could trust him. Everything that he thought and felt was as clear to her as if he were shouting at the tops of his lungs. He could grumble and curse as much as he wanted, but he still had a stubbornly honest heart. As stubborn as his pouts and his scathing remarks.
The was a strange kindness in him that she wouldn't ignore. She wouldn't let him ignore it either.]