If the truth is unkind, that's one thing. But saying that you're trash or without worth is a lie, and I don't want to hear those from you. ...please.

[She follows his motion and moves more fully onto his lap, nestling her head against his. Some of the tension eases out of her frame at that promise, though it feels like she's started an uphill battle of sorts.]

If you want to, you can stay here. It isn't exactly palatial, and I've got a few others bunking down here too, but... the offer is always, always going to be open. And if there's somewhere else you'd rather be, I can move the futon over there. I just... I want you to be comfortable, instead of hurting.