"It's not okay," she said, a bit dully. There wasn't much argument in her voice. He was trying to comfort her, she realized. But things were so completely and utterly not okay, and she didn't know if they ever would be again.
Rose knew she probably should have moved away from his touch, but she didn't. Couldn't, at the moment. Her head was still on his shoulder. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw green. Much better than the red she kept remembering. "I don't know what to do," she admitted quickly. Before she could stop herself, she was asking, "What should I do?"