...she wanted to hug him and tell him it'd be okay. if she didn't think he'd crawl out of his skin if she touched she might have given into the temptation. She did, finally, come into the room to lean against the far edge of his desk. "You know, in my head, family's the people you give a damn about, in any capacity." she admitted.

"You still care, I don't have to grovel to get things fixed...I guess I call this a win. Just a...messed up, confused win."