...You weren't the only one who was afraid, Dave. You're still not.

[And she's back to leaning heavily on him again, like a cuddle vampire, soothing her own ragged nerves with familiar things like his warmth and the soft fabric of his clothes against her skin.]

It's why it's good we're doing this, isn't it? It's...helpful. It's showing us things neither of us saw ourselves, isn't it...?