*just looks at you with wide eyes for a long, long moment, her utter surprise apparent (raise?)(guard?)*
*because she knows men, and she can tell when a man's hurting (for me?) and covering for it with problem-solving—but now you're trying to solve a problem that she practically asked for, according to common opinion, and you're too sensible for that, aren't you?* (*because she thought she knew men, but none of her experience is a help when you're reacting as though she was mugged, an innocent fallen prey through no fault of her own*)
*inhales sharply, her lower lip trembling suddenly* I-I— *swallows again as your image blurs, hot tears welling up despite her best efforts* You—you don't have to—it's not—