"You love me?" she repeats, hands still in her hair.

She pulls them free and covers her mouth, whispering into her palms:

"You love me?"

"Doc--" Now her fingers are threading behind her neck, because she can't seem to keep her hands still. "--I know I'm young, and I ain't never--"

--Hands at her forehead, rubbing lightly, and she takes three paces away from him and five paces back.

"How can you fall in love with me when you're married to a woman you claim you love? How?"

There's a lot in her bright blue eyes: guilt, and fear, and wariness, and of course a fair share of tears, brimming and threatening to fall.