It isn't that she doesn't think he believes that, but that she doesn't see it. She doesn't see what he sees in it. She only tightens her hands around his, pressing her lips together tightly against an argument she knows would have no point but self-deprecation. She relaxes at the kiss, and leans forward to meet it, and lets her head rest against his with her eyes down on the space between them.

"It was on both of us. We were busy, but we have the stones. I think we were maybe avoiding having this talk until we were feeling a little less...raw," she offers, unable to muster another smile just now. One hand draws back and instead moves to rest against his cheek, her thumb rubbing away the last traces of his tears. "I want to know anything you'll tell me, but I want you to tell me in your time. Your trust means more to me than you could possibly know, especially when you were forced to do something like that to people like me before." She remembers a lot of what she'd heard that day. She was putting the pieces together based on the new information and context that this talk was giving her. She doesn't exactly like the direction that it's going, but she wants him to explain it to her face, instead of going off conjecture.

"If you want me to talk to you about the hard things, then can you do me the same kindness?"