[ She closes her eyes for a moment under the touch of his hand, sighs out and brushes her hand over his again. It's strange, how his hand takes a lot of the sting out. The memory isn't pleasant, still, but it's much more distant now, far away and removed. But she understands why he looks that way, isn't completely comfortable with everything she just said but still it needed to be said. ]

I know it isn't. [ She brushes her thumb under his chin, pushes upwards a little bit. ] But you don't need to ever feel guilty for me. [ Meeting his eyes as well as she can. ] And I owe it to you that I'm okay enough to talk about it, right now.