She couldn't even speak at this time, and she didn't even want to hold onto her at all. She's more than a bit afraid of triggering even more dysphoria on her by touching anywhere. It's not something she wanted to make happen.
"I..." What came out after was just broken syllables that didn't even make much sense. She didn't know what to do or say. This is why she never messed with emotions of the romantic kind before, always afraid she'll ruin it.
Being with Haruka in more of a romantic affection, made her realise how hard it was going to be. It was a sensitive topic, one she figures she'll never hear fully about.
She didn't understand it all, no matter how much she tried to research, she just got simple and very vague ideas of it. She wished for once that she could feel what it was like to be in Haruka's shoes. To feel that way towards her body. But she didn't. She was a woman, in every sense of the word you could dare try and say. At least society's view of what a 'woman' was.
And in a way, it made her feel horrible, because she was the one society would consider normal. Haruka had it so much harder than she did. She looked up at her, trying to wipe her eyes. "I am so sorry... I shouldn't have brought it up at all."