[ She flinches, a little, but the more she protests the more he’ll ask why and she knows she can’t control him any more than he can her, and more than that she doesn’t want to control him. So she just wraps her good arm around his torso and buries her face in his shirt, nodding a little. ]

Okay. Okay.

[ She exhales, inhales. Slow and deep. There’s the slightest tremble where her good hand grips his shirt. ]

Drew... I’m sorry.

[ No minute long hesitation, this time. ]