"Look, don't," he started, the words more reflex than anything as he followed her to his feet. He slipped between her and the door, his hip resting against the table, his fingers resting lightly over her books, next to hers. He didn't want her to go, especially not this time. But what could he say to make her stay? "You don't have to... I wasn't lying, sweetheart. I'm always here for you."