[His head cocks to the side, processing, he can't help it. That confirmed a few things. Raised more questions than it answered, but it answered the important ones. None of those answers were comforting.

For a moment he wants to reach out, because he recognizes that panic. Recognizes knowing you've let someone so much closer than you meant to and how absolutely lethal it is to realize you've misplaced your trust and affection. How debilitating it is to be reminded you're human. How some people seem so much more than.

His expression is infinitely more kind than he knows she'll appreciate, but it hurts. He hurts. It's a selfish pain, he's claiming pain that doesn't belong to him, but when has that ever stopped him? People in his proximity get hurt. Whether he personally deals it or not is irrelevant, it might as well be his fault. Probably is. Usually is.

He has no idea what to say.]

You are trusted. [His lips quirk up at the corner and he blazes through, quiet and low in contrast to her outburst. Like all the fight he might have had left is just gone.

There's another huff of laughter, void of any humor.]

Just wanted to keep you from being locked up for your own good.

[And he rolls his eyes up and can't seem to pick anywhere to level his gaze, settles for out the windows, into the open nothingness of the sky.]

You're not exactly in the best company to pretend to be normal.