Lotte buried her head into his shoulder. Little things nudged the back of her mind through the craze of tears - she was going to get his shirt dirty, they were making a scene - but it wasn't enough to stop her. She clung to him, still shaking her head. He didn't get it, because she couldn't tell him, and she couldn't even think straight because he was leaving her.
"It's all my fault-" And she was incoherent, babbling about her father and voices and being left behind. It didn't make sense from her mind and not to the casual listener either - her voice was muffled by his shirt and her crying messed up everything else. She only stopped after several minutes, out of breath and shaking.