[ She doesn't know how to even express it on her face right now, it's a whole new experience in terms of things. Like yes, she has kissed before, but it wasn't really with feeling and more curiosity of trying something with someone who was practically a stranger. In fact, it's at the point where she barely remembers it, and that isn't only due to the fucked up things she's done afterwards.

Her eyes flicker back to him when he speaks, her own hands drawing back half way like she's unsure of what she wants to do. Finally, she reaches out with her hand to brush back some of the strands of his hair. It's easier to keep her expression blank, so that the tears don't fall again. ]

You... look really handsome with your hair back like this. [ She breathes out slowly, her eyes closing. ] But I have never truly had much of a chance to feel what I want, or at least the memories of those times are hazy, so I admit I am a little lost. [ Then softer: ] It did feel nice, but at the same time I know I felt guilty because all I could think of was everything that I did before. So I think... I would like that. To offer to be support, to take support... so we can be there for each other.