Phantom Hollow Surprise! Can I sleep over?

You know what, I first didn't, but I'm starting to ship these two somehow XD

She sighed softly into his fur, not knowing why she was showing more pain than him at the moment. He had been hurt- not her. But then, why was she feeling as if her heart was being ripped apart and sown together, again and again? It hurt. It hurt so bad. Why wasn't he sobbing? Why was he keeping this all with him? The past hurt, even for her, but she could let it all out of she wanted to. Keeping all he had inside... It wasn't healthy. She didn't have to be a caregiver to know this. His life was a mess, messier than hers had ever been, yet he acted as if it were nothing. Did he truly have no one to tell this to? No one besides her?

He needed this, he needed this more than anyone, to just cry it all out- but he didn't. Instead, he was like an abandoned playground. So many sad, happy and simply awful memories, locked in place, no playing children to show this all in a visualized picture of his emotions. She felt him shaking his head, and she looked up again, her tears dried. He seemed to be denying that he was strong, which wasn't true. He was wrong. He was strong, but sometimes being strong for too long could end up with an outburst. She saw crying not as weakness, she saw it as a sign one had been strong for way too long. She watched him, curious eyes staring into his blue ones. 

"It has been though. I'm... not that good with the feelings thing." Was that all he had to say for himself? Did he want to be a traumatized mess at the end of his days- his numbered days? Why?... She started. Why are you doing this to yourself? She asked, her eyes worried. Now he just stared at her, a little uncomfortable to be honest, but Malice didn't look away. She had a mission, a duty as the carrier of his children.

He moved his head to the ground, ever so slowly, and for a moment she thought that he thought their conversation was over. This wasn't over, and he seemed to notice as well as his head popped up again. Yes, I am. She stated. All these feelings, locked up, it's not good for you. Sooner or later, you're going to burst. She continued. 

One is like a balloon, filled with emotions. It can only handle so much. Stop doing this to yourself. You don't have to be strong! She rambled, not noticing her whispering had turned to almost angry-hard spoken words. Her ears lowered, as they always did when she did something without thinking.

Sorry... She whispered again, not actually knowing why she was apologizing.