[ It takes her a second, almost reluctant to let go of his hands, but then she follows the tug and she buries her face in his shoulder, wraps her arms around him and clings on tight. ]

I don't— I don't know who I am if I'm not— if it's not both of us. It's always been us. You're the only one that's— that's never—

[ She's crying, but not sobbing. He's the only constant. Everyone else is gone. Everyone else gave up on her a long, long time ago. She's never been able to find a solid life outside of him because he's the only thing that stays. ]

I need to be me. But I don't know who me is if I'm not this. If I'm not— if I'm not—