She shouldn't. It's her thought as she sniffles, and a tear falls. She didn't even do this with Emma. But her hand balls into a fist and she leans against him, temple finding cloth. Even if she shouldn't.

Shouldn't be almost falling apart over someone she barely knows. Be leaning into someone she only knows distantly. Be thinking that something feels right, even among all the pain everywhere. Whatever it is.

That the right thing has to be her choice. Has to be.

"I - I'm sorry. I don't -" Ever feel as strong as the choice she's made.