[He doesn't tell her she's stupid for letting herself say something like that out loud, which is almost more comforting than the hand in hers. Even that...has found a way to be unpleasant, making her more aware of the changes in his pulse. It was weird. It makes her want to squirm away. It makes her feel sick.

Focus. Ignore the uncomfortable, hot writhing in her stomach.]

Yeah.

[She swallows and sniffles, staring across to the shoddily-blocked door with dulling eyes.]

Sh-she was all I had. I wonder if -- I'll... If I'll see her. Dunno what happened. Dunno if -- believe that stuff.