His brows pushed together when she said she saw it. Hugging her hands a bit to his chest, since that was where she had been hitting him, he glanced down, "hm.." he shook his head, "it could have been anything.. or..or anytime. I mean.." he shook his head again, "it started not long after my mum died. I was pretty little, yeah."
He looked back up at her, letting one of his hands slip away from her's so that he could reach up and brush his hands back along her cheek. Wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb, he sighed, "I-I don't know? I wish you could? I'd let you. But I don't know, yeah? I'm sorry."