I know.

[He did know. Intellectually, at least, he knew. Not that he thought he needed to care more than he did. He cared so much, so often, that it immobilized him. At least he knew that no one could really see that. And he knew that was his fault. But he was pretty sure that caring more would probably kill him.]

[He shuffled, slightly, and then opened his arms - a silent offer, and one she could easily ignore if she wanted.]