She watched his face as he spoke, seeing as he wouldn’t even look her in the eye. She understood, and not only that, but being alone for so long can do a lot to a person. She knew he wasn’t crazy, if he was nuts then she was insane. She didn’t try to interrupt him as he spoke, letting him say what he needed to. In the end, she had planned on informing him of her own fears, so she let him voice his. She saw the redness on his hand, but knew he wasn’t completely injured, so she absentmindedly ran her thumb soothingly along the back of it. She cracked a smile when he finished, determined to steer his mind away from doubt.<br/><br/>“I have them too. Voices, I mean, I think everyone has one at this point. The world has gone so mad you can’t even trust yourself. Though, mine aren’t as loud as yours apparently, you aren’t crazy. I’ve got two, well, sort of.” She walks over to her bag and pulls out a small vile of burn repair, and took his hand again, dropping some on. The redness went away as she continued. “One of them is genuinely reasonable, gives me a proper slap on the hands when I need one. The other is a total dick, always degrading. They’re like the angel and the devil on my shoulder, and I think everyone has them, you’re just missing the good one.” She looks up to him, tilting her head when he still didn’t look up to her. She reached over and hooked her finger under his chin, tilting his head up and retracting her hand. “Look at me, no one but you said I was leaving, I’ll admit I’d be disappointed to go, I like it here. I’m not really sure what you’re on about, you didn’t make me upset, I made me upset.” She squinted, realizing that didn’t make any sense.<br/><br/>She sat down, nodding to the seat next to her. “I’m not upset with you, you didn’t say anything stupid,  I’m upset with me. I mean, you said it yourself, you want me, I’m ‘hot’” she mocked gently, “but that may not be enough. My fears, now that we’ve covered yours, is that you’ll become impatient and sick of me. I’m not much, I haven’t got much to offer, and I don’t know maybe you wouldn’t want to put in the effort it would take. But, I told myself to shove it and give you a chance, give me a chance. So, that’s what I’m doing,” she speaks softly, almost afraid she’ll set him off. She really liked him, and it hurt her for him to doubt her so quickly, but she didn’t let it show. She gently took his hand again, running her thumb across his knuckles. She looks up with a small smirk “besides, you didn’t really think I’d leave without saying goodbye for everything you’ve done for me? That would just be rude,” she laughed lightly. “I’m not leaving just yet, you don’t have anything to worry about.” She assured him, reaching up and pulling a leaf out of his hair.