[She tilts her head with a bit of confusion at what he first says, not quite seeing the connection until he elaborates. There's a weary quirk to her lips then, a wordless "you've caught me" as she shrugs one shoulder.]

I didn't want you to. [It's a simple answer to a simple statement, an acknowledgement that he's right. She squeezes his hand in hers without looking away and adds quietly,] But I show Scott.

[Her Scott, it goes without saying. She keeps her eyes on his visor without flinching or letting go of his hand as she continues,] So... I hope you have somebody you can show your pain to, too. When you have to.

[And while she doesn't say it, either, she hopes it's clear in her face. Even if he feels like he doesn't have anyone, he has her. He'll definitely forget her when he goes back where he belongs, but maybe he can take a little piece of the love she feels for her Scott with him when he goes. Even if he doesn't understand it, she hopes he knows he's not alone.]