[Unfortunately that assumption passes her right by. She's too interested in the way the gentle movement of his thumb over her knuckles contrasts with the look on his face to pick up on that implication.]

I like her a lot. She was the first person here I felt like I could trust. Can trust. She'd never repeat anything you said to her, I'm sure of it. Or judge you, anything like that.

[And yeah, somewhere there's a little spark of recognition that says "hey, Heather, you might be overselling this a little", but it's drowned out by the hope that he might see it through and get back to his old self.]