Butch seems to consider your words for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly in thought. "I-I don't want you to think I'm just using you," she blurts out. "Or that this is some sort of trick." Her expression turns pleading as she looks up at you.

You study her face for a moment, trying to read her emotions. There's genuine concern there, mixed with uncertainty and maybe even hope. You take a deep breath before responding.

She exhales shakily, relief washing over her features as she leans into your touch. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the snowfall outside. "Alright then." A small, tentative smile plays on her lips as she meets your gaze once more.

In that moment, the tension between you seems to dissipate, replaced by a sense of shared understanding and mutual comfort. It's a fragile thing, but for now, it's enough.