[ She leans in against him woodenly, whispering--more for herself than for him. ]

It can't be. It just can't.

[ There's no power to the words, though: just a token resistance. Somewhere her mind is filing this away as a truth that she'll have to come to terms with eventually--but for right now she needs this. Both his support, which she gradually curls herself up against and this crutch she can provide herself. ]