Overwhelmed. I guess. Something like that. Have you never felt like that? It makes for messy hugs. I'm sorry.

[Sniffling, she straightens up just a little, though it's rather nice to feel him holding her. She might as well savor what she can, since it's obvious she has a lot of unresolved issues regarding Sherlock, and she absently wipes at the slightly damp tear stains on his shirt, not looking at him.]

Maybe someday you'll understand. There's nothing for it but to wait another year or two or five and see what happens next.