She...either she's humoring him, or she understands. He'd like to think it's the latter. "Yeah," he says, voice still barely there.

...but maybe she could understand. If he told her- if he told her what he was thinking, where he came from, maybe-

But he doesn't want to burden her like that, and he knows that if he says anything, she'll ask about it - she's too kind not to. He doesn't want to burden her- but he wants her to understand-

He's gone silent, still leaning on her, struggling with his mind, trying to figure out what to do.