The absence of his hands a blow, knocking the breath from her until she presses trembling fingers over her face to hide from his utterly bereft expression. Why is she here? What on earth made her think that she could accomplish anything here. All she's done is make it worse.

His voice is somehow unexpected, the single word entirely unlooked for. Her head jerks up as if on a string, and she stares in disbelief. He isn't even looking at her. Not that she blames him. Did she really hear him correctly?

"You... Yes," she says softly through a throat thick with tears and shock. "Y-yes of course." Entirely lost, she hesitates, scrubbing ineffectually at the tears she can't seem to stop. Eventually she takes a few steps toward him, pauses, then a few more, and finally sinks to sit on the bed with a few buffering feet between them. She doesn't want to crowd him, but she can't quite figure out what he needs except those things she cannot give him.