She didn't know how he could help either, and that was the stupid thing. He had been partially responsible for her death, and then helped guide her through the being a ghost thing the first time. Now he was even more responsible for her whatever state of being and she had no idea how to fix it. Even though what she wanted way too much was to just hand all the problems to someone else and let them figure it out.
"I'm not that strong," she half muttered. "I guess it'll work out somehow. I mean it's not like my unfinished business is going to finish itself any time soon, so I have to work something out eventually."
Alex noticed the way he half reached for her hand, and wasn't even sure what to make of it. She couldn't take his, be the one to make that gesture, not yet, not when things still felt that raw, but she did move her hand closer to him. Just a little.
"Yeah, he did." There was no denying it. Lord Harry had been calculating and deliberate, each word he said designed to hurt her deeply. "Guess he didn't factor on the Scot getting angry instead of fading."