I don’t know. I don’t — something is /wrong/, and I just — you’re safe. /You’re/ safe. You’re not — so just — I need to not think. I need to stop thinking. Turn me off. *almost vibrating, now, body tense and very wound up* You did ask me, I don’t understand that. I’m trying to think about something else. Talk to me about that, about what you were thinking about — that key.
*moves behind her to rub her shoulders* Heh. I didn’t know how to just…ask like a normal person. You know me; when do I ever know how to do that? So I went for the kind of clever, kind of endearing route, and you got an expensive trinket out of it. After all, if I was a mayor, I’m pretty damn sure I’d have given you the key to the city by now.
*twists her fingers together distractedly* I was — am — a little jealous, you know — you built whole floors for your teammates. *one shoulder twitches, a very stiff shrug* I don’t deserve you — how hard you’re trying, I can see it. I should tell you more often — I notice.