As he pulls away and curls up, she rests a hand on his shoulder. Seeing him like this was breaking her heart, and she doesn't know what to do. Tears prick in her own eyes as she scoots around so that she's facing his front, allowing her to take his chin gently in her hand and tilt it so that he can't look anywhere but her face.
Her cheeks flush red with distress, eyes growing glassy as she looks down at him. "Sweetheart," she coos. "Of course you didn't. You haven't done anything wrong." Biting her lower lip, she runs her fingers tenderly through his hair. "Talk to me."