He doesn't want to make her cry, he really doesn't. He can't lie and say that it doesn't sometimes provide some catharsis to know she's hurting as much as he is... but this isn't one of those times. Hearing her finally give voice to some of what's behind it all has knocked any of that desire out of him. Instead he listens her struggle with her own feelings, the way her breathing struggles to stay steady and he slowly stands up.

"Hey," His voice is soft, a reflection of both his own emotional exhaustion and his concern for her. "Did you mean it? What you said about trying to do better? Did you really mean it this time?"

Because as much as he hates it, he's not sure he can trust her. And he desperately wants to trust her.