In his head, he didn't understand her, really. Whenever he showed kindness and concern, Devon would tear up.
Thus, it tore him into many pieces. When he was nonchalant and didn't pay attention, she'd be sad.
"Do you want me to be bad so you won't cry?" He asked in disbelief.
Devon didn't answer immediately. He wanted to wipe her tears, but she's already wiping her tears with both her hands.
"No." She shook her head. Her eyelashes still dampened with tears as she gazed up at him.
"I'm moved by your kindness." She breathed heavily, gulping down. "And the thought that you might change someday terrifies me."
That he would change once he figured out she's not the real Devon. She might be being selfish, knowing she was deceiving him and accepting his kindness without telling him about the truth.
Her conscience was being tugged by his actions. And her guilt continued to grow.
