It's - she can taste her tears, and his, too, and -

- he cares. He really does. Nobody's - nobody's ever cried over her before.

She doesn't know how to make it better. She's hurt him, and she -

She doesn't know what to do.

She just - kisses him, as lovingly and eagerly and desperately as she can, and ignores the salt on their lips and the unshed tears still hiding behind her eyes.

The future is fear, and the past is misery. There's only this - there's only now.