Hayley continues hitting him for what feels like ages. Even though it's only a few minutes, the sides of her hands are growing raw and sore, turning red with the irritation. Tears begin to fall down her face as she continues hitting him, practically silent. She switches to a flat hand, smacking him a few times before she finally makes the gesture of trying to shove him away. All she succeeds in doing is pushing herself away a foot or two away from him.

Then she looks at him, still hurt and angry and confused. She's less afraid now, having been able to hit him without his hurting her. But his unyielding calm only upsets her more. He doesn't understand what it's like and he never will.

"Have you ever been afraid?" She demands, her voice stronger now than it was before, despite her crying. "Actually afraid. Of anything."