She kissed his dried up tears softly, her movement gentle, sweet and encouraging. It was enough that he let her in this way, "That's my job." She whispered, smiling a little sadly. "I know it's hard. I don't know, really. But all we can do is try, right? Try to be more open with each other." She swallowed. "But you have to let me in to that head, Steven. Let me in." Peggy threaded her fingers through his hair. "What makes it hurt?" She asked again. The room was too dark to see for her eyes but she knew he could see better and watch the pain etched in her own, his pain that she desperately wanted to share.