She knows that, too. And she doesn't need fancy words, the way that he holds her is enough, the way that he promises that everything was going to be okay was enough. So, maybe she'll need some time in which to settle her ruined nerves, but she'll get there.

"I'm sorry", she whispers, embarrassed at losing such control of herself. "For not telling you before. For hurting you. For ... all of this."

For being difficult, when all she's ever wanted to do was be something good.