"You shouldn't have had to... see any of that," James apologized again, feeling awful for having forced something like that on the girl. He swallowed heavily, wanting to know just how much detail she'd uncovered in a simple touch, but not wanting to talk about it to ask. She was giving him sympathy though, and not disgust, so perhaps she didn't get visions of his own crimes, only that inflicted upon him. He felt a bit ashamed, partially wishing she knew the truth, that he should be the one paying.
But if anyone had access to his secrets, he was glad it was her and not someone he couldn't trust to keep it. He really didn't need more gossip or whispers or rumors about what happened to him. "Please... don't tell anyone," he whispered.