She watches him, suddenly keenly aware of the tension of his hands gripped on the table and the way he doesn't meet her eyes. It's a sight that tugs on her already worn-out heartstrings.

She raises an eyebrow when the water glass cracks but says nothing, not wanting to unnerve him further.

"Okay," she says. "It's true then. If you say it's true, it's true."

She wishes she could think of something more comforting to say.