"Wait, okay!" She snaps, a faint desperate look in her eyes. You were beginning to get sick of her lack of vulnerability. You'd practically bared your soul to her, showed her who you were, and of course she accepted you, but she seemed incapable of doing the same.

"I'm sorry, just sit back down. We can talk." She takes your arm and pulls you down to the couch, keeping you at a careful distance. "I don't like talkin' about this stuff, but if it means that much to you, I can."