[ You know what, fuck it, it's time for another hug. Probably an awkward hug because, ya know, she only has one arm, but..... it's something. She hopes it's something. She hopes it means something to him. ]

Don't--

[ It's just as she said to him all those months ago in the library. Don't. Only this time she means it in regards to everything that he seems to believe of himself, that he is a despicable person, that he's not sure if he could ever bring himself to accept himself once more... that he would hide things from her, from others just so that they might not worry. ]

Please... let us worry over you. [ She tells him, drawing a shaky breath. ]

I'm your-- [ She pauses, hesitant, and then she asks: ] Aren't I your friend? And as your friend... it's okay... it's okay to let others worry and help you.