And, boy, doesn't he know that feeling. Wanting to believe, to trust and put faith in someone. Not just acting like you do, but doing it.

He rubs her arm, not moving away, but not taking it any further. Maybe it isn't making her feel any more comfortable, but he hopes against hope it's at least somewhat comforting.

"I don't work for Wolfram & Hart, but you don't have to believe me. You don't haveta trust me either, pumpkin. Just sayin'. I don't expect you to."