There was a very long, very quiet moment in which Jaime stood holding his crutch, her expression pretty much blank as she felt herself being conflicted. It was a little bit like being torn in two, and part of her mind was kind of fascinated by the entire process. Most of her, however, was having a raging debate over his words. What he said versus what he meant versus what he did ...
Words were just words, but actions could lie as easily, and the only way to find out was to open herself up enough to let him in, really, to trust enough that he wouldn't hurt her on purpose, and she really didn't know if she could do that. Not truly. She didn't know how to be open. She didn't know how to not run and hide at the first whiff of rejection. It was easier to just roll over and let life speed by than to try to grasp on.
But if she wanted him, she'd have to give a little. Cave a bit. It scared the hell out of her, and she looked away before she blinked the tears down her cheeks.
She was wary of the fact he said he wanted her, but she'd feel that way if anyone said it. Did he want her, all of her, fucked up mutant package and all? But he knew what she was. He knew what she could do. He hadn't shied away from her, thrown her out, rejected her out of hand.
"Okay," she said finally. Her heart was thumping too fast in her chest, and she felt dizzy with fear, strangled by it. If she took this step, would he catch her if she fell? Was it worth it to find out? Jaime licked her lips. "Okay," she repeated as she nudged the crutch at him again. He should be in bed and she ... something. She was a little bit paralyzed as far as decision-making went just then.
"I ... will take your warning into consideration," she continued. "And ..." And what, exactly? And we'll give it a shot? See how it goes? Prove you want me first? "And you show me the baggage and you have a closer look at mine and ... we'll see if I still feel the same," she concluded. Which was fairly opaque, but about as clear as she could manage to be just then. She was scared, and had been thrown for a loop, and ... was scared. But she had to trust him, at least a little, to even consider taking the step she was thinking about.