[ Well that catches her off guard.

She looks back at him in return, eyes a little more awake now. Processing. ]

I— I mean it's fucking true. I know what kind of person I am, kid. I've been a troublemaker since I was a kid. And there he was, all the fucking time, trying to fix my messes no matter how much I told him I could handle it.

I lived it. I know who I am, I know what he's like. I don't pretend to be anything else.