In the corner of her eye, there's a tiny movement, and she turns her head, and their eyes meet. She realizes she's crying when she tastes the salt. Why? It's not fair. She'll have to stay with him, or she's not going to be able to live with herself. Maybe she would be able to take him back inside the wall at some point, but the chance is high that they'd both be killed. She drags her feet over to the other bed and sits on the edge, head in her hands. He moves, sitting silently on his own bed for a few minutes before he walks over to her and sits down next to her. She expects him to defend his own view, or maybe even choke her with his bare hands, but he just puts an arm around her shoulder and they sit there for a moment. She tries to wriggle away, but when he doesn't try to hold her back she freezes.