I do like cocoa. [ She sips at hers, because of course that's true. ] I also like listening to you, if it's of any help at all. Or being in the same space, even if it's sitting in silence.

The last thing I'd want is for you to feel like you can't be yourself with me, whatever that happens to be. [ Physical form, nonphysical form, complaints or compliments, she doesn't especially care. ]

[ The only thing that would drive her away is being cold-shouldered, which he pointedly hasn't done by reaching out to her, and she appreciates that, especially if all he wants to do is hide. She knows that inclination well. ]

You know what I am, what I've done, and you accept me. I'd say 'how can I do any less for you?' but that's sort of a bad point, because it's not about me owing you anything. Accepting you as you are is the easiest thing in the world for me. I hate that others made you feel so -- wrong.

[ Because she knows what that's like too, and it's horrible. But she's trying not to be angry, so she doesn't focus on it overmuch. ]