If someone wanted to hide in your mind, they'd go where you don't want to be. It's okay, I won't look, not at that. I'm just passing through. And don't worry, I'll be here. I'm right here with you.

[His voice is soft and soothing, or at least as much as it can be without patronising her and earning another smack. Whether he'd feel it or not, he doesn't really want it.]