She knows she can be cold, so she offers warmth that is not of herself. She loves that he can trust her, can see her care for him beneath the façade of emotionlessness that she wears to defend herself from when feelings are too much. She thinks, she thinks and sees so much about this boy, and here he is for this sliver of time, real in her lap, needing her knowledge and wisdom. Maybe he doesn't know how much she needs his oblivious cheer and his optimism. . . .