He touches her shoulder and she almost jumps at contact, not expecting it but at the same time craving it so much it hurts. And he tries so hard to make her stop crying, to make her feel better than it makes her cry harder for a moment before she forces herself to look up at him, though when she does, she feels her knees buckle like she might collapse. She grabs his outstretched arm, the one offering a handkerchief, for support before she straightens and immediately lets go.

She can't cry in the middle of the street. And she can't imagine the confusion he must be feeling even as he tries to comfort her. "You're not a lughead," she sucks in some hair, trying to stop her tears with no luck, though she's not sobbing anymore. "You're Robert Leckie, the sweetest, kindest, most perfect, wonderful man I've ever known. And I love you." Fresh tears slip down her cheeks and she has to look away from him, hands trembling as she takes a step back. She wants to run home, she wants to grab him and kiss him until he can remember, she wants to scream, she wants to wake up. "I can't believe this is happening... I--" She realizes that this cannot be easy for him once more and she shakes her head, sniffling as tears keep falling, her voice suddenly numb. "Let me show how to get home."