She didn't give him shit. She didn't force him to accept things, she didn't lie to him, or try to keep him from thinking about it. She'd hurt him, but.. it wasn't like that. Everything was done.. for him.. in a twisted sort of way.
He could have said anything, but words didn't matter so much right now. What matters is the gentle tighter squeeze of his arm around her lean body, the dip of his head and the soft, warm kiss of his breath, the gentle thud of his heart. She shifted faintly, pulling her knees more up towards her chest, half cradling the arm he holds her with. Her head turns and rests cheek to his chest, free hand sliding down to link fingers with his other hand too though she was quite gentle with the cut flesh of his hand. Fight bites and such on the other knuckles, not surprising they don't heal right.
"I'm here now.. and even when things went.. bad, I promised I'd always be here for you. I meant it. I will always mean it."