She looked down again, frowning. "I think.. he's really upset with me. I guess I hurt him when I was defending you."
She crossed her arms. "He.. I don't know. He said you were our enemy and that I don't need to protect myself because he can protect me and.. and it's just all so confusing and difficult."
He looked up at her, a frown on his mouth. He looked really tired, and his hands were in between his knees. “I’m sorry to have caused that.”
"It's not your fault," she said quietly. She shook her head and looked over at him. "You should rest."
He laughed a little, leaning his head back. “I don’t want to fall asleep,” he admitted. “I don’t want to not be awake.”
He squinted at the ceiling, shaking his head for a moment. “I feel like if I go under, I might not wake up.”
He looked over at her, his eyes soft as he considered her. “I really missed you,” he told her quietly.
He gave her a small smile before looking at the ground again. “You don’t have to stay,” he said quietly. “I know you’re busy.”
She laughed a little, but shook her head. "I want to stay. I'm worried and I don't want to be alone."
