She rested her head on his chest.
It wasn't that . . . well, she did want to tell him, was the thing. It hurt to keep it all in like this, but . . . she just didn't feel safe doing it.
That wasn't his fault, of course. With everything that'd been happening the past week or so . . . it was hard to actually find a place that felt safe and secure.
Oh well. She'd probably find that feeling eventually . . .