She can recognize the pain on his face of being misunderstood-- She's felt it, and she's seen it on those she's closest to... Even caused it in them, on at least one occasion. It's a horrible thing to do, she knows. To cause anyone, but especially a child, that kind of hurt.

So Della takes a deep breath before she says anything more. The last thing she wants is to make this worse... When she does speak, it's in a very maternal tone.

"I would, but that doesn't mean it's okay that I would. It's a silly-- No, stupid thing that I should deal with. I'm sorry, Luca." She smiles, soft but hopeful. "You seem like a good kid, and I bet knowing you will help me get over it... If you'd be okay with helping."