Desmond held her to him and looked at her. Despite what she had felt on her shoulders, there was no hint of tears in his eyes, only a decisive, pensive expression. He looked closely at her, trying to lock eyes with her, as if to peer inside her mind somehow. He didn't know what he was going to do next, all he knew was that he wanted to help... "Luna... I... Care about you..." He said, struggling for words that wouldn't be misinterpreted. He couldn't just say 'I love you', as that seemed a bit... too strong. He put his forehead to hers and sighs. "Let me help... You don't have to be walled off all the time... You need someone to pass the burden onto, or you're going to hurt yourself keeping it up..."