[ Good at spotting it in him, terrible at doing anything successful about it in herself. Again, she pushes the thoughts down.

She gives his hand a tight squeeze. ]

Yeah, until I smack you in the face with it. And every time you act as if I'm talking nonsense, yet almost every time... [ she gestures vaguely ] you just need the shove. You managed this perfectly well on your own once I pointed it out.