"Don't cry... Honey, he's gone now, shhh. You're safe here." His eyes are focused on your own as you're seated on the fluffy mattress of your shared bed. He hates that you're traumatised by deceased husband. He knows it's only been a year and you've still not recovered, but you already made him fall in love with you so he can't help but try to reason with your trauma of the previous, abusive partner. He hugs your head against his stomach, caressing your hair. "Let's lay down."