But she's still here. Right next to him. Still holding his hand. Still talking to him. Trying to calm him down. Help him get through this pain somehow. Even though she knows he can't. That she doesn't know how to help him. Because he's never told her that he loved her before and he doesn't know how to do so.

She doesn't know how to do so. She doesn't know how to get through this pain by comforting him when she knows that he needs comforting more than anything. Especially since she also knows that he needs comforting more than anything. And he can't give it to her. So she...