Weirder than that, yeah. She doesn't bother to answer, but it doesn't matter, her expression shifts and he sees it. The question is kind and kindly uttered, but that doesn't make it any easier to bear. She shuts her eyes briefly.

"Not really," she says.

She should probably say more than that. She should explain, or try to, but she doesn't have any idea how, and she seriously doubts she has the wherewithal. And she has no desire to repay his kindness with a huge helping of her personal mess.

"It's fine." She looks at her hands, then at him, forcing a smile. "I mean it's not fine, but I'm going to be okay. I'd rather just leave it at that."