Her hand shot to his, not to remove it, but to squeeze it tightly. "Just... just one of those days... I'm sorry..." she whispered, hastily wiping her tears with her free hand.<br/><br/>She'd been having a lot of "one of those days" lately, though she always stayed holed up in her room when she was in such a mood, not wanting to impose. And now, more than ever, she wished she was away, that he wouldnt see this... but after their mother walked away earlier, she needed comfort more than ever.