Zoe nodded painfully, unable to speak. He's too good she wanted to say, but even if her voice wasn't all tangled up in crying it was still too frightening of a thing to say. A small part of Zoe hated that she was crying in front of Liz - and not just crying but hacking sobs and strings of snot, the works - but if she couldn't trust Liz to keep her safe when she was useless then she couldn't trust anybody, and might as well just stop existing.