It's this odd, solemn combination. His tone. Like he's trying to explain, trying to figure it out, almost helplessly, almost like he's asking for her understand, for her help. Except she doesn't want to be understand.

Not yet. Not now. Not when her heart feels like it's fit to suffocate with each new word. Because they're only talking about her. About them. And all of this, she tried to push it out as fast as possible, in one breath, not looking at him or at anything specifically. "And everything that you said to me--"