Satomi was surprised when Haru narrowed his eyes and responded the way he did to her words. She took a step back and her eyes showed hesitation and timidness. She didn't know what to say or do. She'd barely said a word and had already said the wrong thing. Why was she so bad at this? Why did she never know how to comfort those she cared about? "Oh... Haru..." She said gently, so quietly that he might not even hear her. It didn't matter how much she wanted to say something, to tell him that he was wrong about her. Her shyness made it hard for her to move or to even think, let alone form words.<br/><br/>Instead she just stood there as he spoke, until he'd apparently said his fill and the tears flowed unhindered. She clenched her fists and tried to gather her courage. She knew he didn't mean what he said. He did care. How could he not? He tried so hard, and yet he still hadn't been able to make it. And even though he hadn't made it, even though he probably felt like a failure, he was still trying to be strong. So she needed to be strong, too. She couldn't let herself be afraid. She had to find her courage. Find her voice. "Ummm..." She hesitated, looking down rather than at him, not able to bear seeing his tears any longer. She put her index fingers together and pushed them together nervously as she stared at the ground.<br/><br/>"You're... You're wrong... Haru... I... I don't pity you..." She spoke softly, quietly, and hesitantly. "I admire you..." She admitted, blushing a little. "You always try so hard... You always give it your all... And you never give up. No matter what." she continued softly and timidly, finally managing to take another step forward. "You're not like me. Always afraid... Always worried... Always nervous..." She felt like a failure for these things. Even though she was certain she would succeed, she didn't feel like she deserved it. She didn't feel like she gave it her all. "You know who you are and what you want... You never seem to doubt those things..." she almost whispered. "You're nothing like me... And I envy that." She still didn't look at him, even as she spoke. She couldn't. She didn't know how he would react and she was afraid of what he might think or say.<br/><br/>She didn't know where she found the courage, but she moved without thinking and wrapped her arms around him from behind, giving him a gentle, tentative hug before realizing what she was doing and dropping her arms to her side, stepping back. "Please... Please don't cry." She closed her eyes, her head facing the ground rather than him. "If... If you want... I could try to help you train..." She offered timidly. "And maybe... Maybe you could help me, too." It probably seemed silly and maybe it was stupid, but she wanted to help, and words were clearly not her strong suit, so maybe she could help some other way?