He looks up at her for a moment, that same strange smile of his on his face even after she's rubbing at her eyes with her hand. He's strangely... made happy to know that she's feeling anything for him at all, whether that's happiness or sadness or frustration. It's more than he deserves.

He suddenly sits up, turning around so that he can face her. This time, it's his turn to grab her head and pull her down towards his chest, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and using the other hand to pet her hair in what he hopes is a comforting motion. Again, it's what Finch always did.

"But you're hurt, too." He isn't really apologetic; she asked for this, and she got exactly what she wanted to know. But at the same time, he sounds softer and more allowing than usual, despite his sharper frame. "Don't cry because of me, all right? I'll feel bad..."