Her heart, what passes for it, it feels like it rips apart when she sees those tears in his eyes. All thought goes out the window and she simply reaches up, cups his face and pulls him down.

But she doesn't kiss him on the lips. She kisses the corners of his eyes, kisses those tears away, touching him so carefully so that he knows how dear he is to her.

"It isn't like that." She says firmly, urging him to look at her with a gentle little shake, her lips brushing his cheek as she lets her head fall back on the couch again. "I don't want you to feel... disappointment, with me. Being what I am now."

There. She's said it, clearly. Let there be no doubt that any hangup she might have is entirely because she doesn't think he could ever find her appealing now.