He leans into the touches of her fingers, like it's the first thing he's finding relief in. It feels natural to him, familiar in a way he can't quite place but that doesn't bother him too much in this moment and there's more pressing things on the table.

He slows his rubbing of his temples though in reaction though he doesn't take his hands away yet because it's too hard to look at her with what he says next.

"You." It's a simple statement really, not that complicated at all when it comes to it. Everything about this was confusing a mix of new and old emotions.

"You said you don't need it," which she did, but he might be taking the wrong way in his mind, but he doesn't realize it. "You like it but don't need it. If you don't want me why are you here?"

His voice cracks a little bit as he says it. "To remind me that we had all this, whatever it was, sex, friendship, whatever.." he doesn't even truly understand the amount of emotion that's tied to it in himself yet either. "And then to tell me you don't need it anymore?"

"You don't seem like a cruel person, in my memories, so I don't understand it. It's confusing, maybe I just, don't know how to be a person anymore so it doesn't make sense to me."