"Terrified," he admits without skipping a beat, though he hears that wonder in her voice. The confusion that comes with someone giving a shit about her. He takes her hand like a lifeline, moving around to the other side of the bed so he can loom over her more effectively. His hand grips hers as he lifts it up to his face, closing his eyes and leaning his stubbled cheek against the soft backside. With the blink, a lone tear is squeezed out, tracking down his face hotly.