She opened her mouth for a moment before deciding to go silent; she then just set her head on him, once again shaking her head with another small sniffle.
❝ you don't have to be sorry at all.
where was this? ❞
he feels like he shouldn't pry, but the feeling that he needs to have a "talk" with whoever did this overpowers his sensibility.
❝ who. ❞
placing a hand on her shoulder, taking a somewhat firm but (hopefully) comforting grip. he will stab a motherfucker with a broken bong if he has to.