[ She struggles, she really does, to keep all of her awful thoughts inside. She struggles partly because she knows she'll regret it later, partly because she doesn't think he wants to hear it, but mostly because she's afraid he'll agree with her. She doesn't know how much time has passed by the time she swallows the urge to blurt out all of her inner fears, but she pushes herself off of the bed to start pacing. ]
Spaaaaam
I hate this place sometimes.