He just had to be sweet and endearing and gently brush her curls away and tell her all the reasons that she wasn't as insane as she thought she was. Half of her wanted to break down and sob because he knew her so well without having known her for very long at all. He understood exactly what she was going through and the way he worded his opinions of her and everything she had been through, it was as if she had spoken the words all on her own.
"I am afraid." she admitted with a little nod. "I've spent every second since Robbie died telling myself that I can never let myself fall in love with someone again. I can't let myself be so vulnerable because what good did it do me the last time?" she breathed, her voice shaking, but the tears staying back as she'd bid them to do. "I'm terrified of being hurt again." she told him. "And for a while I thought that I was just fine on my own and then you walk into my life and all I can think is that maybe I'm not as fine as I thought I was." she sighed.
"I've never let someone get close enough for me to find them attractive, let alone close enough that I start to want to be around them... start to develop feelings for them and you... I find myself wanting to spend more time with you. I can't seem to shake it. And now I'm second guessing myself and telling myself that there are so many reasons this is doomed to fail but I want to try anyway." she said, shaking her head. "I don't even know what I'm saying. None of this makes any sense."