His face may have been in her hands, but his eyes looked over her shoulder, at the floor. Anywhere but right at her. Why was it so difficult to look at her now? He fought the impulse to pull away, to run. And looked back into her eyes.

"I just don't want to hurt you. Or be part of something that's hurting you." He sighed. "I know I can do some good here. I know it. It's just that I don't want to if it's at the cost of hurting you."