"That's okay," he looked down at his hands and swallowed roughly. "Someone else said they would. She didn't think you had it in you, I think." He would go to her. Ask her to finish it for him. He couldn't do this forever.
He looked over at her, eyes meeting her own, and shook his head again. "It's not about trust. It's about what you can do to help me. And there's nothing that can be done. Don't you get it? He's stronger than I am."