"You could choose to trust me." Wanting to match his gesture but unable to fold her arms, she sets her cup back down and lets her hand stray back up to her shoulder. She heaves a sigh, softening some, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry I hit you. I was scared and I was angry. I'm sure I wasn't the only one to react like that." Her eyes flicker back to his. "You're not obligated. I'm asking you. Please."