[She's glad his first statement was left unfinished. It was one thing to know he was pained and another entirely to see him trying to hide it from her. His tension is evident in every part of him, from his downcast gaze to the stiff hand she holds. She won't pull back, not even as he retreats. That's not the way she wants this time to close.]
Don't you? [It's a challenge, though such a gentle one. She's already told him she doesn't care to hear his words if he doesn't wish to say them, but it's clear that there is something else he needs. Even if she can't give it, there is something she can offer him, surely. Something.]