With his hand taken away, she stares down at her own, frowning at it. Her fingers curl in against her palm, and she retracts the hand back to her chest, clutching it there. She doesn't hold it against him though, she would do the same thing if she was in his shoes. So she forces herself to look up, to make eye contact with him.

"I need to figure this out. And I will. Soon." It's a promise, one that she feels uncomfortable making. But she knows that she needs to.

"But I want you to know, that all the time we've spent together has been perfect. It wasn't a game, not to me."