His lips curve into a faint smile at her comment. So that's how he is. He can feel her trying to meet his gaze, even as he keeps his own fixed on her reflection. It's easier this way to hide. To lie. It's hopeless, it's selfish, but it's the first thought that comes to his head. This could all be ended with a simple word. But would she take it as the truth? Would she assume that he's doing it out of obligation, not from his genuine feelings...? They're true, they're true, they're true, he thinks, remembering her smile in Australia, the hazy days spent in that fever, the way they curled together in his bed, the way she held him in the closet...

He shouldn't open his mouth because his words have hurt her enough. The fact that she didn't pull her hand away was more than enough for him. If he can't say what he means, maybe he can convey it through touch. But even with that he hesitates before he allows his fingers to twine with hers, tightening just a bit.

"You shouldn't cry. You make me feel even more pitiful."