"Don't..." He started once she began speaking. He wanted to tell her to stop talking like a freaking therapist or something, and he hadn't meant to blame her, and... He wanted to reassure her, somehow, even if he'd already said he didn't know how to do that.

When she moved, he moved to, letting out a weak, "Wait." He made to reach for her, but fell short and let his arm drop to his side again. "Just... I'm so tired of everything leaving me more pathetic than the last thing, but..." He took a breath and knew, in spite of his words, that he was about to be pretty damn pathetic. "Just tell me what to say, and I'll say it."