It hurts to hear. Rachel's face falls, but only for a moment before she forces it back into blankness. There are very few people that she'll let see her hurt, see her cry, and while Tobias is on that list, right now...

Right now, she doesn't want him to see it.

"You know the answers," she tells him, voice stiff and defensive. "I'm the same person I was at thirteen, at sixteen. I haven't changed."

He keeps expecting her to, just because their surroundings are different.