He sighed and she would see tears welling up in his eyes for the first time since she had met him. "I don't..." He took a deep breath, avoiding her gaze embarrassedly. "I don't want it to be fake. I don't want it to be."
She was quiet, watching him. "..I was just trying to help you feel better after nightmares. You always looked so upset and panicked. I didn't know it would make you so upset."
He continued to remove the hooks, his fingers gentle. "My brain doesn't always think the way it's supposed to," he said quietly. "I get these ridiculous reactions to dreams and I have a hard time with people touching me, and... the idea that this... you and me... the idea that that isn't real, that it's all just a trick... it was just more than I could handle."
He looked up at her suddenly, obviously troubled. "God. Please don't be sorry. It's me. You shouldn't... you shouldn't have to deal with all this."
He hesitated, looking conflicted. "I told them to leave me alone, and this girl that was with him grabbed my arm when I was walking away, and..."
