[ With a hesitance that has nothing to do with him, she reaches over to rest a hand on his leg. She still isn't any good at this, comforting, honest conversation. ]

Trust is a funny thing, isn't it? Easy to break and difficult to gain. [ She leans just close enough for their shoulders to touch. ] But you aren't responsible for what anyone else thinks or how they feel. We each have to decide that for ourselves.

The truth is, the distrust has been there. You didn't create it, even if certain events have pushed it nearer the surface.