"What you do — when I pay attention, I can feel it, too. Sometimes when I don't."
She leans into him slightly as the hand he's not holding comes to rest in the crook of his elbow.
"How much you hate this place. How jealous you are, even when you try hard not to be. The agitation, the frustration, the helplessness... But I can also feel how you love me. I can't explain to you what being able to feel that in someone else and know that they're feeling it for you is like. It's silly, but that's the most soothing thing in the world right now."