Roxanna sat silently and watched his face. She knew this had to be difficult for him to talk about, and she didn't want to interrupt. "I hurt because you're hurt, hon, but not because of you," she said softly. "If that makes any sense."
She reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly. "You probably have, to most people," she sighed. "That doesn't mean people can't think of new and creative ways to be terrible."