"No, you don't, but you shouldn't mind it. I'll be okay." She won't. She already isn't okay but she's going to try as hard as possible to make a big show of how okay she is.

"We can't do anything here." She intertwines her arm through his and squeezes his hand in an attempt to comfort herself more so than him. "It's like home. We couldn't do anything there for a long time and it just got worse. This is just getting worse." Worse and worse. Was it their fault too?