[ She's not sure what she expects to see, when she lifts her eyes again to glance at him. Bewilderment, maybe. Derision? It sounds naive of her, she knows; Henry had pointed that much out. Robby had been so angry when he'd caught up with her, upset at her recklessness. But she knows he'd been worried and the look he gives her now is a lot more understanding than she would have anticipated.

But then he continued and she sucks in a quiet breath, a little surprised. He gets it. Oh.

It sounds... lonely. And she'd been exhausted, trying to be that powerful, cheerful presence that never bent to adversity, but to make yourself strong so you didn't have to rely on anyone?

His thumb rubs lightly over her skin and she glances at their hands, then back at his face. She squeezes his hand, gently. ]

I will. It might be a lot to hear, but if you really want to know, I'll tell you.

... You have people you can trust now, right?