He smiled as she put her hands on his knees like that and lifted his eyebrows a little, that small smile turning into one that showed perfect white teeth-- However, as her story changed his smile faded back into the small one and both hands came to settle atop hers once she squeezed his leg. "It always comes back to it, doesn't it? Tell me about it, River. What they did, what happened to you. Tell me why they did it." He lifted one hand away from her hand, so that he could push it back through her hair and grip lightly, almost desperately.
"Tell me." Insisted quietly, once again. She'd told Delta so much, and she'd told York so much, but he knew he didn't have the whole picture. He knew there were things she wasn't telling him.. not because she couldn't remember, but because she didn't want to.