Rachel is quiet for a long moment, too, before holding his arm a little tighter, and--though it's so brief, so light a touch, it's arguable if it really happened--brushing her cheek against his jacket, on his upper arm.

"I think I know the feeling. Like, when I first got here, especially, I was totally determined to hate everything, ever. Because I felt that if I liked something it meant I was giving in. That they were winning. But you can't hate everything forever. Just because you don't fight every single little thing doesn't mean you gave up."