She wanted to. But she couldn't say it then, and she can't say it now. She shifts one hand to his face, and then brings it away, startled at the tears; and her own face crumples a little more.

Now she's hurting him, and it's just - selfishness, and fear, and - it doesn't make it easeir, to know that. She's still so scared.

But ...

She lifts her head to kiss him, tentatively, ready to pull back as soon as he grimaces or shifts or moves.