The longer he spoke, the more she began to shake. Didn't he understand that she wasn't a mind reader? She couldn't magically tell if he was being truthful or not, and wasn't denial like that one of the signs? She didn't know - she just knew what he had looked like when he was getting ready to jump. He didn't have that look now, but her panic and fear had inserted it in his face dozens of times. Her mind was playing little tricks on her, and she didn't know how to stop it.
As his little rant came to an end, she was left speechless. Eyes wide, jaw slack, she stared at him as he explained how he magically came to name all those ways he could have offed himself while under Hannah and her watch. Her knuckles had turned white under the force with which she gripped the nearby kitchen chair, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.
When she had finally collected something that resembled thoughts, she took a shaky breath in and let it out slowly. "So you say all that and expect me to not be worried?" Straightening up with her shoulders back, she looked him directly in the eye. "Three days ago, my best friend was prepared to kill himself in front of me. So just excuse the shit out of me if I'm still worried about your state of mind."