[She averts her gaze, just for a moment. Even without his saying so, she knows what that tightened jaw means, that momentary tension that sings through the air.]

I don't mean that you shouldn't be upset, or angry. You should. Be angry for as long as you want.

[He hadn't said anything about wanting to be angry out loud, but she can tell.]

I'm just...

[She looks back.]

I'm glad you're here. That you weren't hurt worse than this.