[Oh. She hadn’t expected that— she almost feels guilty, for rambling about her own troubles. But she’ll shift when he does, taking the edge of the blanket, and scooting closer to him to make sure they can both stay under it. She even leans against him, extremely gently—- she’s half afraid he’ll break, still. ]

I am a pretty big handful. [She doesn’t fight it any more than that. It’s futile, and she also doesn’t really want to waste time trying to defend them. What’s the point, now?]

It’s messed up, but... I’m glad I’m here. It would have been better, if I learned it while I was alive. But...

If I knew then
What I know now
I would have looked within and let love in somehow