How could he stand to be around her when she couldn't be around herself? She'd heard a song on the radio the other day that fit this perfectly-damned if she knew why she was thinking of it now.
When he touched her, she relaxed slightly, but still stayed against his leg. As he spoke, she listened in silence. She didn't fully believe him about what she was responsible for. If he knew even half of what she'd done, he'd never say that. Or that's what she figured, anyway.
He cared. He had to, otherwise he wouldn't still be there, right? Her eyes opened slowly when he talked about how she'd saved his life. She had done that, right? She shifted her head, her eyes seeking his and meeting them for a moment.
"You're insane." She whispered it faintly, but she had given up arguing.