Jesse pulled her in close, seeing those tears. He didn't want her to cry, or feel that she needed to. He hated, really, that she had to feel this way at all. His hand was tightly clasped in hers, and he wouldn't let go until she was ready to.
"It's okay. You don't gotta say yer sorry for anything." The words were said quietly in her ear. "I can understand where the feelin came from. After what I provoked him into sayin, then what you finally said out loud, I think it's only natural."
Jesse kissed her temple softly. "I would come back." The words were a promise that he would die to keep.