The last time Ben held her like this was the last time Melody thought herself to be sincerely happy, and even that happiness was tainted by her wrongdoings. For those few short hours they were happy, however fake it was. She knew Ben remembered every detail of that night, or so he claimed, but she often wondered if he remembered how wonderful it to be cherished in those few moments. Or was it all clouded by both the potion and his ire at her? She didn't dare to ask.

She tried not to lean into the embrace as her instincts screamed at her to do. Instead, she remained as rigid as she could in the position with her head lifted rather than sagged against his shoulder. He was just helping her up, not comforting her. There was a long road to travel before she would believe it safe to seek comfort in him again.

Melody looked up towards him as he spoke. She wished she understood his reasoning behind the sudden change of heart, just as she wished she could believe him without a doubt in her head. But, too much had happened. Just yesterday he couldn't even remain at home with her, and now today he loved her. It didn't make sense.

"We'll try," she said in response before gesturing for him to put her down. Really, what she wanted was a hug, but it felt wrong to even ask.