And... and sometimes it feels like you still look at me like that bratty little kid from back home. But I'm not. And you know I'm not, just... sometimes, I think you forget that, because you think you have to... to look out for me like I'm that fucking kid getting into fights on the playground again.

[ She snorts quietly, tilts her head a little at him. ]

Y'know, sometimes, I started fights with kids because I heard them talking shit about you. Funny how things change.