He cocked his head to the side, looking at her with those clear, sharp blue eyes of his. Did he trust her with that. He had a fear of letting people into his head at all, and the thought of someone actually working on him was worrying. But the thing was; she had already done that. And he wasn't looking for someone to fix him, he was looking for someone to help him, to work with him and to keep him steady.

"I do trust you with that," he finally said.