Did he want her to cry?

Okay, she wasn't going to cry, just as she wasn't going to run away, either. But some of the urge was there, no matter how faint. She felt safe with his arm around her, too. That was a bit of a problem. Because she was a giant maladjusted weirdo.

She kissed him for a moment longer, then let her lips leave his. She buried her face against his neck.