[The dead look in his eyes frightens her, and a small part of her hates him for being impossible to hate. She doesn't want to worry about him. She doesn't want the temptation to reach out and tell him It's okay because it's not okay.
He hurt her. He can go somewhere else for comfort.
Still, it's a sign of how much trust -- or something very much like trust -- remains that she turns her back on him to head up to the roof.]
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He hurt her. He can go somewhere else for comfort.
Still, it's a sign of how much trust -- or something very much like trust -- remains that she turns her back on him to head up to the roof.]