She watched him sit on the bed, wanting so badly to crawl over to him and hide her face against his chest. He had held her before when she had been upset. Held her and comforted her, made her feel like someone's daughter - a feeling she hadn't really had since losing her father.

But now, would he want to even extend that comfort? Though he hadn't said anything to indicate otherwise, hadn't scolded or censured her for anything she had done recently, she still worried. Worried that it was only a matter of time before he did.

"It's not him," she muttered between tears, sniffling and wrapping arms around her legs. "It's... how could I be so dumb? How could I think that I deserved something good?"