[ She's good at putting on a front, too, good at making herself look like someone relatively normal and at ease. To genuinely know how much he's given her he would have had to know her still in the middle of everything, still caught up in something that seemed to have no end and no escape, and really know her then. She could show him, but showing anyone her past on purpose is a no-go for multiple reasons, starting with she's never wanted pity and ending with she doesn't think anyone deserves to feel the inevitable emotional barrage that would come with those memories. And mostly she doesn't even realize that he doesn't get it because to her it's just so obvious.
In this case it's pretty clear he hasn't run her off at all, her mind still open to his and lightly casual about it, no attempt to move away, her eyes holding his when possible and then watching him watching her and goddamn the attention in his eyes. It's a strange feeling, having him so focused on what she's doing to herself as well as to him, but she finds she doesn't mind, even likes it. She trails her hands up to her breasts, closes her eyes now for the moment because him watching her and him in her and all of this, it's a lot all put together. When she finally lets herself make a sound it's his name on an exhale, a little ragged and half a plea. ]
it is only threatening to the space between us
In this case it's pretty clear he hasn't run her off at all, her mind still open to his and lightly casual about it, no attempt to move away, her eyes holding his when possible and then watching him watching her and goddamn the attention in his eyes. It's a strange feeling, having him so focused on what she's doing to herself as well as to him, but she finds she doesn't mind, even likes it. She trails her hands up to her breasts, closes her eyes now for the moment because him watching her and him in her and all of this, it's a lot all put together. When she finally lets herself make a sound it's his name on an exhale, a little ragged and half a plea. ]