"You're not supposed to be any particular way," Marcus answers, still stroking her hair. "You can be anything at all you need to be. You're not disappointing anyone by needing to cry, darling girl. You're certainly not disappointing me."

He wishes he could do more to help, certainly. He wants to make things right for her, fix everything that hurts, give her the life she wants. He also knows he can't do those things. There is no fixing a life, because that isn't what's meant to be done with them.

There's no going over. There's only going through.