She looked up at him when he said her name. The touch he gave was appreciated because she knew he was trying to be comforting so she didn't shake it off. For what felt like an eternity, she kept her eyes on his, unsure of what to say next.
His question was one that was difficult to answer without spilling a mountain of emotions and events upon him that he likely didn't need to hear. "Probably nothing," she told him. "Probably me worrying about things that I have no business worrying about." She swallowed and looked down at the table. "Would you marry someone if you didn't really love them but didn't want to hurt them?" she asked him.