[She walks over, taking a place on the couch directly beside him, knees first, so that she's kneeling down on the cushions. She crouches over so she isn't hovering above him. She reaches out, touching his hair just above his ear and brushing her fingers back slowly.
She sees the pain there in his eyes. They're so expressive. So many looks. So much going through his mind and his heart that he keeps hidden except here in his eyes. She looks into them a little too long maybe.] I believe you.