He brings a hand up to his nose, pinching slightly- as if he's trying to calm a bubbling frustration that is eager to fight its way out and explode against her. Esme reaches for him, taking a hesitant step forward. Her shaking fingers rise, cupping his cheek. Slowly she caresses the skin, and she can tell he's fighting against her touch. Battling against whether it's safe to give in to the comfort she holds. The one thing he finds solace in. Her fingers trail down towards his jaw, and she notices a stubble, "Please just trust me."