Sitting there, staring out the window, she could feel him just as nervous as she was, but she really didn't know what to say. And then she felt his hand on hers and stared down at it. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, but she didn't move her hand away from his, she let him hold onto her hand. That was something at least. Her other hand wiped her hand over her cheek as tears slid down them.
Taking several deep breaths and letting them out, she shook her head a little. "I don't want to," she told him. "I just.. don't know if I want to stay.."