[The shift is almost jarring when she starts to cry. And there is the brief thought passing through Louie's mind that maybe it would have been-- Not better, certainly, but easier, if she'd stayed angry and dangerous.

He doesn't trust his legs to be the strongest after all that, so instead he walks over to her on his knees, almost a crawl. He lifts a hand, but at first, it only hovers near her shoulder. It's not like he knows how he can comfort her. He doesn't even know her name, come to think of it.]

It's more than messed up, it's- It's really just wrong.

[That much, he knows with certainty.]

We're kids. There's a lot we shouldn't have to deal with, but I don't think much is worse than someone who's supposed to take care of you hurting you instead. And... I wish I could tell you what would help it not hurt. I'm not sure there's anything, though.