[She's a big burrito of trauma.]

After a while, it becomes easier not to care. And more recently...

[She sighed, and rubbed the back of her head.]

I can try, but I am pretty...weird. About being called a friend, or anything like that.

Hell, I got warbly and nearly had a panic attack when I admitted that I love John. I'm not saying not to...try to be a friend Sheehan.

I'm just telling you I'm gonna be a hot mess sometimes, and really shitty and sensitive about the label. And you need to tell Arthur if I'm being an asshole.

I trust him to put me in check if I'm up in my head about it.