She was being so nice to him- of course she would be, but he couldn't remember anyone ever being so genuinely concerned in a long time. He couldn't think of a time when someone had wanted to stay close, just to offer comfort. It was a strange feeling, and he could feel a tension in his shoulders even as the movement of her hand should have had the opposite effect. It was just unfamiliar- but welcome, and really not annoying at all.
Even her words were sweet and understanding, even if she thought they were useless. He had wanted to scream and lash out, but now that it was out there, he just felt deflated. She was right- it didn't help. Just knowing that wasn't going to make it go away.
He gave a sort of nod, just to acknowledge that he'd heard her, even though he had no idea what he could say any more. Anything he went in to was just going to be way too personal, and probably more information that she ever wanted. That he felt helpless, but that he always did. That he was sure Lucy was the only person in the world that didn't love him out of some kind of obligation, but because she actually liked him. That he hadn't even bothered to think about leaving them behind, in his selfish excitement at not having to go to jail. Maybe talking about it would help, but it wasn't coming naturally to him.
He realised he'd been silent for a stupidly long time, so he turned to her, desperately trying to think of a way to fill the silence.
"Are you okay? With Cato and all that?" he asked, not even being subtle about how evasive he was being now.