[There was nothing comforting in his reply, but nothing that make that unsaid thing worse. The thought she doesn't want. The thought she isn't speaking. That she doesn't want to lose him too. That she doesn't know how much more she can lose before she's just alone and empty.]
I don't usually care if people like me. [Not an answer. Also, not true. She's used to people not liking her before they know her. There's something more unsettling about the thought of people knowing her and then disliking her. Especially if she's not trying to make them feel that way.] I don't want to make things harder on you. [On us. Starting to think just a little in plural.]