*softly* It’s a high standard. I don’t know enough … you don’t believe you’ve done anything good in your life? Is it not heroic to keep trying to be good after everything?
I… I’m not saying I’ve not done good things. But the bad weighs more heavily. The bad is what gets remembered.
I truly, honestly, don’t know anything bad of you. *gently projects sincerity and sympathy* Please, can I — will you let me hug you?
…
I… uh. If you want to.
*slowly fits arms around his waist, fixing his around her shoulders, and pours all the strength and sympathy she can find into him* Please. Just … let it go. Lean on me for just a minute, please.