He sighed at the way she said his name, mostly because he knew she was right. But that didn't mean he was willing to say that, or do anything about it. He hurt too much to care, and it wasn't just the physical pain any more.
He pulled away from her touch, regretting it as soon as he did. It wasn't that he didn't want it. Didn't appreciate beyond words having her there. He just hated how helpless he felt. He was stuck here relying on everyone but himself, completely out of control of what was happening, and he hated it. He glanced over at her from the corner of his eye, his expression apologetic. He could only hope she understand without needing an explanation. Because he couldn't give her one.